There is a place

On the magnificent fresh ocean

A sore in the mouth

Of natures waters

Where the air is thick

Stagnant

With flames set back

Omnipotent

Dissident

How the waters lap the shores

Breezing down the sores

Of the Burns Harbor woods

Where the pigs dump toxins

For us all to eat

In our tiny worlds

Where we have no control

On the shores of a lake

Thousands of years

Old