Smog

Slowly,
It moves in,
On invisible legs.

Gently,
It surrounds all,
With enormous arms.

Quietly,
It strangles life,
With massive hands.

Quickly,
It brings death,
And then departs

Smog.

© 02/15/71 by David L. Henkel

This poem was born from a memory of the killer smog that plagued London, England years ago. Many thanks to Carl Sandburg, whose poem "The Fog" inspired me to write this poem. 

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