a fragment, no title

Warm dew wet Kingdoms of
forests on a raining morn,
and ancient plantations of
maize and amarynths,
endless fields of hyacinths and
orchards vast in deep valleys
rich & sweet green w/vegetations
and thorny foliage
waving casually in soft winds
and breezes of summer’s caress.

We have rent Creation awry
and progress
is our sensual prostration.

Magic is the safety of children
who throw stones at old
abandoned buildings, smashing
glass, vandalizing the skin.

- “What the hell has happened here?
Fuck, man, what have you done?
What on earth did you do?”

We will go too far into
our own abysmal abominations.
Yeah, but secret shadows
know, darkening veins, the heart.

The din and maw are the
shit of the world and
no one fears goddamnation.

O insatiable plunders, meanders.

a fragment, no title

darrell1973day

Brighton, United States

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I’m no tree hugger but we are still killing our world…

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