On China’s Air Pollution: An Urbanelle, Winter 2013 The Society February 23, 2013 Poetry “How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry/ Every blackning Church appalls…” —William Blake, London “The Beijing Cough may not be as bad as the Hebei Hack.” —Wu “Sacred Bee” Li In Beijing, air pollution is so bad the smog is visible from outer space. The city’s in a hazy blanket clad. The people don white masks and wish they had much cleaner air for each assaulted face; in Beijing, air pollution is so bad. Coal burning has shot through the roof. It’s sad, with breathing problems some must slow their pace. The city’s in a hazy blanket clad. Five million vehicles, with more to add, are fuelling this harsh, self-inflicted mace; in Beijing, air pollution is so bad. Like London once, now here no one is glad. To taste soot-dirty air, like this, is base. The city’s in a hazy blanket clad. Jet flights are cancelled; travelers are mad. Gross, smoky fog makes many hate the place. In Beijing, air pollution is so bad; the city’s in a hazy blanket clad. -Bruce Dale Wise Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.