To see an American death, <br />see the bitter green, acrid smoke and fumes <br />from belching, sprawling, raw-edged factories. <br />See the tired, greasy figures in shabby overalls, <br />muted, smothered, caged automatons, <br />the cigarette shufflers of their generation. <br /> <br />See the bitter green air, foul, toxic, stinking, <br />belching outward from the sprawling factories. <br />See the tired, greasy workers, muted, <br />behind leaden gates that are closing <br />on the scalding haze, gloom choking life out. <br />You will see skeletal death passing within. <br /> <br />There are hearts aching with dull grief tonight, <br />for another life was claimed. <br />They search for, and find, memories, unanswered love, <br />and tears fall unbidden, carrying their sorrow to the grave. <br />But their spirits forever <br />seek and find the light. <br /> <br />They, suffering another American death, <br />have their torn shroud, full of holes, <br />their cloak for all their sorrows, <br />which is mended with silken thread, <br />and full of tepid tears.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-american-death-2nd-revision/
