Antique box smelled musty was locked by old style key, wood of mahogany, hiding treasures of past secrets waiting for me. Had to break it open, fabulous fortunes were mine for the taking and enclosed in large box left by my great grandfather.
With my hammer I smashed destroying clasp that held dreams of life left behind. Pulled open the box and looked in shock at life's lies. Breathe deeply the air from filthy empty casket. Slam it shut quickly as my sinuses fulled with death. It was the home of sprite, had not planed meeting was not ready for it yet.
Children with inhaler air thick with smut, eyes tearing from dirty gas burning and government regulation written by luck. Problems for many years, solution already found, still we die as bureaucrats cry, "WE ARE LOST, TURNING AND SPINNING AROUND." Environmental Protection Agency, here to save the day- BUT HOW? With more confusion, paper delusion and a prayer along the way.
As large corporations were planing to live upto mandated regulations our own government said "STOP! Don't worry if you can not. There is no penality anymore if your so called plans flop...
Thank you EPA Administrator, Carol Browner, from a parent whose son has a inhaler..
Wrote this when Bill Clinton was president. Published in Milford Citizen and New Haven Register .
Antique box smelled musty
was locked by old style key,
wood of mahogany,
hiding treasures of past
secrets waiting for me.
Had to break it open,
fabulous fortunes were
mine for the taking and
enclosed in large box left
by my great grandfather.
With my hammer I smashed
destroying clasp that held
dreams of life left behind.
Pulled open the box and
looked in shock at life's lies.
Breathe deeply the air from
filthy empty casket.
Slam it shut quickly as
my sinuses fulled with death.
It was the home of sprite,
had not planed meeting was
not ready for it yet.
By Victor Reiner