POEM: Not Your Air to Breathe

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

you can’t come up for air here
this is a no survival zone
this air is for the rarefied, the Holy among holies

the sacred molecules cannot be allowed
to be befouled by scraping against your mucus membranes

if you can swim across to that distant shore
you may gasp to your heart’s content

but this is a no survival zone

By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on March 23, 2018.