Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Tox Stalks

High techie toys are filled with gunk,
Hazardous elements that stay
After the toys have become junk,
And then these toxins really play
In playgrounds called the human bods.
Ever being absorbed therein,
Slowly constructing freakish pods
That will take over - who knows when.
We live and breathe this nasty stuff,
Turning us into nasty things.
And when we die, then sure enough,
The nasties move to new beings.

Billions of bodies toxic bound,
Whether above or underground.