When

We have set the oceans on fire
Burning the rivers and calling ourselves advanced when we save the bridge
Chemical fumes evaporating from the surface
Mimicking the movements of the birds
To blanket the atmosphere
As snow had once blanketed the ground so long ago
Replacing what we breathe with what will burn our lungs
It still rains
Sooty silver sludge falls from metallic clouds
Puddling in potholes
And running into our graves
Empty eyes feed on empty bones
When the only thing we are full of is nothing at all