Thinking about roots while I
sigh again and swallow harshly.
I feel a little naked,
completely unraveled.
Where is the beauty today?
A root takes earth with a firm grasp
and slowly the process of growth succeeds
to emerge from the dirt.
Skin feels scaly and undesirable,
my mind is overloaded with consistent pollution
this nonsense fills me up,
overflows my being.
Where did I go yesterday?
Two roots embrace and entwine together,
naturally neither noticed the lack of nutrients below.
There is a slow fate of suffocation ahead,
we say it is inexorable.  
For some reason this does not matter,
on and on we grow further into the ground
and what is growing above?
A mixture of loathing and needing -
we have produced this ourselves.
There are flowers on our tree
of radiant red and sensational blue,
not everything we've birthed is toxic.
But the air we emit holds more than
we could ever admit willingly.
Where will our flowers fall?