earth

the dust settles
full of the weight of violence.

wet metal on the air.
the smell of death everywhere.

the earth parched
drinks deeply from this red stream.

bipedal hairless apes
with sticky bloody violent dreams.

the last statue dead
crumbling on the ground.

red graffiti almost a sound
that echos from the violent mound.

sudan’s last stand
representative of man’s bloodstained hand.

smaller now
this dusty rock.

vicious still
with man’s ill will.

the day stretches long.
lithe body touching the sky.
making moony eyes.

why is the blanket cold.
the white feathers wet and fragile.
curled up in drowning.

gravity’s a drag
always spoiling human fight.
laughing and maiming.

green leaves are drowning.
i hold them under water.
i slurp up their tears.

birds at my window.
a party of joy and love.
flocking together.