Right Before Our Eyes

September 1999


Kill us now if this is our fate. Burning homes where they sleep, polluting air where they eat, but we have been warned for as we wait, she is filtering through with dangerous heat and coming out bare where we used to eat.

We shall get what we deserve…We shall deserve what we get.

This is where I sat when the news was all too real and the night much too long. Out here with the swamp at my side, I sat leaned up against that white piece of trash on wheels looking into your ghost.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist