• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09


By a reef
Collapsing in a heap
The detritus of industrial waste

Far apart
Along the unseen paths
Frozen inlays of an
Environmental holocaust

We never catch the bull
By the horns
We exterminate it
To avoid its pointed gaze

The earth is made of
Supple mud
We smear it around
Like toxic dust

Inside engines of growth
Chugging away at our
Insatiable heartstrings

Is it a false ring
Or shall we have
A final gathering



On an uninhabitable plain
Under a cloudburst
Of chemical rain
Evaporating away slowly 
Like a window of opportunity 
Our silent collusion
Serenading to a fatal pain.