For today's prompt, write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history.
The History of Negligence
All things are fruitful.
There is no escaping that.
Even the lack of care
generates stacks of wet cardboard
earth pushing up through foundations
plastic rings
cracking toys
scum filled rubber tires
a sense of loss of meaning
in the periphery
of the lack
of any caring gaze
abundance
a weed taller than the man
healthy offspring of neglect
ready, already, to spawn.
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