Best ignore old building seven
Dust the others into piles,
Parts of people gone to heaven,
Hose from streets and domiciles.
Independent science folks,
Spotting iron within the clay,
Take away their microscopes,
Out of hand dismiss their say.
Frozen in the toxic blur,
Tiny elemental spheres,
Crazies they agree to spur,
Toxically from their careers.
Airways clogged instilled the rush,
Buried there and caked with ash,
Traumatized we squint and hush,
Blind to where the truth they cache..