Fields of Innocence by R.L. Kirkendall II

Like Ants:
Steadily performing their task.
Cruising under iron-man power lines,
My eyes strain to see, but they can't.
Must I wear this mask?

Smog Deep:
Circles my mind, envelopes my senses.
Where are the Fields of Innocence?
- Over the hills they sweep -
Deep into the deep
Of time and space and all
- Away from love - races.