Collapsing Birds
Beneath shadows Of Spring Mountains The rain dove arcs Across a barren sky, Its trembling shadow Rolling listlessly Above abandoned towns Of silver and gold,
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Rising Marshes
Choking on the excessive vapours Of our abandoned debauchery Your stunted shoots flail awkwardly In artificial chambers of soil and sedge. Your weathered hands Fly
Natural Building Blocks
In hollowed holes of Knotted cells, Tensile echoes Bubble beneath the surface – Frothing with potential As they wait to break Free from the confines
Suffocating Salamanders
Your translucent skin Gasps gently for breath In the Land of the Noonday Sun; A mountainous vista Unexpectedly replaced With Ziploc bags and Moist paper
Falling Ice
The Snowpack glistens Against a late November sun. Weighed down by the burden Of frigid memories that Will later flow as torrents Into empty reservoirs
Tolerating Distress
Creating environments in which Cookie cutting is placed On precarious pedestals As the peak of workplace Productivity – Whilst new moulds are Shattered into a
Stellar Snow
Beneath pristine packs of southern snow Echoes of a violent past lay scattered; Lost amongst the landscape like fragments Of half-remembered, ancient dreams, These imprints
The Cost of Shale
Leaky pipelines cannot excuse The vileness of your touch As it seeps malevolently From its ancient, grainy prison; Your eccentric composition Creating chemical fingerprints That
Environmental Death
Illegal logging in community forests, Oil drilling in indigenous territories, Mining concessions in native soils, These have become our warzones. Activists hailed as terrorists, While
Our Elephant Graveyard
Browsing through the foliage You selectively suppress The spindly growths of youth, Maintaining gaps of light Through frequent visitations To clumsily prune each trunkful Of