29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence
No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous
Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone
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