The skeletal remains of the
last of lives
sightless eyes
stare up at the bleaching
sun, while the grit gilds them.
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Broken cities dry as the dust
from fallen homes
and human bones
silently cling
to costly crippling pasts.
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High over the hills stretches
the storm ridden.
hope hidden
sky, where no bird
borrows air to soar.
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A few feathers float on the scum
from wasted oil
salted soil
and the silent swards stare
at swollen sulphur waters.
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Elephants grazing,
lives stunted,
shot and hunted
for their white gold
their tusks alone live on.
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The hill girt lakes
richly sourced
fish coursed
much loved sights
emptied of power and pride.
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Once where wildebeest were,
a wondrous sight
a lion’s delight
carcasses crumbling
lost to carbon worship.
