The beauty, the majesty
of the sand, the black oaks, the marsh
are marred
of the sand, the black oaks, the marsh
are marred
by the inescapable plumes
issuing from east and west
the steel mills, the power plant
not miles but yards away
from these fragile wonders
The tourists
all hauling beach chairs
and dragging dogs
glisten with lotion
as they lounge on the beaches
heedless of their slow pollution
and drink their Pabst
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