The Paris Agreement

April 17, 2017

As rewritten by A.E. Housman via William Blake

Into my lungs a smog that fills
from choking factories’ throes:
what are those dark satanic mills,
what cars, landfills are those?

They are homes of smothered hope
we painted blinding grey
while draping burning trees with rope
for when we’ve lost our way.


Read More:
Is the Paris Climate Agreement Dead? [Foreign Policy]

Luigi Coppola teaches and writes in London, England. Poems have appeared in various publications including Acumen, The Frogmore Papers, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Iota, Magma, Orbis, Pennine Platform, Poetry Digest, The Rialto, THE SHOp and Snakeskin.

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