Arsenic is forever

22 April
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I am in the rainbow-coloured oil slick that spreads upon the ocean's surface, the curling tendrils of smoke spiralling upwards into the now-grey sky, the funeral pyres of rainforests, the sting of acid in the spring rain.

I am the crisp packet you drop upon the ground, the marijuana you degrade your body with, the exhaust spilling from your car, the packaging of your nutrition-free fast food.

I am Weiss, and Blanc, and Chalky, and White, and Albus.

But you can call me Pollution.