Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Hidden Madness

by David Subacchi

In Wales a hundred years back
They mined lead
Beneath mountain pasture
With summer sunlight kissing
The farm animals
Of scattered holdings
Or wintry snow coverings
During the cold months
The shining, lively water
Dancing in streams.

And they made pipes
To carry the water
To homes far and near
Spreading the hidden madness.

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