Washed Away

People say there once was a day

When houses were made by the edge of this bay

Now you look around at the desolation

There’s no sign of town, just foundations.

There’s no street signs

no pilings, no Piggly Wiggly, no Odd Lots

There’s no Mini Mini, no corner slots.

Just these Kudzu vines / Choking Southern pines.

Washed away was the voice of reason

Drowned out by a Red Sea fear

Some of them were accused of treason

While carbon painted the atmosphere

People say there once was a time

Before this wall of hydrated lime

That you could see the trees from your bedroom window

Now, just graffiti scrawl on a pale yellow wall.

Can’t see the ash trees

no mountains, no bubbling brooks, no fountains

Can’t see the verdant valleys, or secluded nooks

Just these urban verbs / Confining city curbs

Washed away was the voice of reason

Drowned out by a Red Sea fear

Some of them were accused of treason

While carbon painted the atmosphere

People say that back in the day

You could foul the air and not have to pay

No we see the changes, the coastline rearranges

The land and sea swap wild exchanges

There's no polar bears

no ice pack, no glacier streams, no sea wrack

Can't find a red fox, Or a water ox

Just these Kudzu vines / Choking Southern pines.