Shanty town pandemic.

Shanty town pandemic.

Dig another hole

Big enough to swallow

The earth

From the last one

Endless recrimination

Leaves little chance

Of muddied water

Rinsing away the dirt

Beneath your fingernails

Scrabbling to be free

Of the gravesite

When bodies

Rise up to follow

There is no time

For valediction

In liveried robe

Bedecked in

Braid and uniform

Heroes end up on gurneys

The dirt will stick

With every new death

A reminder

Of the cost

Of complacency

This has happened before

It will happen again

Too little spent

Too late

When the air we breathe

Is tainted

Not even the

Smell of water

Is free