The Cradle & Named

It's time for a double post. Hurrah, hurrah!

The Cradle

The air is cleaner here, you see.
The land is clear and green.
The tree roots roil and turn the soil,
And choke up where they've been.
The air is full of life, you see.
The water churns the shore,
The streambed fills and overspills,
To where it was before.
The air is deathly still, you see,
The rot and sweet decay,
Hangs misty in the morning light,
And drives us all away.
The air will never change, you see.
The time just cannot pass.
Things are born, they grow and die,
And then they feed the grass.
The air is choking us, you see.
The cradle, strong and sure.
It bore you to ignore you,
The filthy, verdant whore.
And now the air is clogged, you see,
With smog and smoke and ash,
The sprawling city is so pretty,
Toxic loving, loving trash.
The air is far away, you see.
In hills and shaded dell,
You want me to go back there?
I'd rather go to hell.

Named

One name.
Three words.
Seventeen letters.

One name.
Three words.
Seventeen letters.
Nineteen years.

One name.
Three words.
Seventeen letters.
Nineteen years.
Eight hundred kilometers.

One name.
Three words.
Seventeen letters.
Nineteen years.
Eight hundred kilometers.

One man.

Eight hundred kilometers.
Nineteen years.
Seventeen letters.
Three words.
One name.

One.