What miasmic nuisances
Here filling the road
Centralia's apothecary - breath
Born out of the hole
Torn out of the chasm
Twenty-five more years to run its course
Unless they put in a plug and fix it up
Shut it up
Cool the fire, let it live longer
Cap the burner and let the flies get to it
Or psychologize: say it wants to be that way
Let's say the stink is a second coming of sorts
And ask ourselves whether it drools or it's spoiling.