Lurking in the depths,
a ghostly presence
unseen,
unknown
thirsts for life.
Regulation,
an illusion,
as it falls
through wells
and pipes
to touch our lives
with foul
and tainted hands.
Pushing at its rotten door
we peer into ripples
of malaise,
secreted shadows
tracing dark and
poisoned paths.
Danger swells
Passing Arsenic
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