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 frail and wasteful biomass.   Ungainly gardeners of this Fragile, jaded home, Your disturbances reshape Wooded structures and Buried thickets; Shearing lively brushes As you …

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A Temperate Disturbance

Within the temperate climes of wooded land, Disturbances are part of nature’s flow; But as the rising heat gets out of hand, The fingerprints of change begin to grow.   The patchiness of localised affairs, Cannot conceal the wider cracks and tears; The global climate means it won’t be long, …

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A Twisted Knot

Ornate and prized as something grand, We didn’t know what you had planned; The warning signs we did not heed, You suffocate us with your need.   With tendrils that spread far and wide, Ensnaring that which once had thrived; Malevolence in every seed, You suffocate us with your need. …

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Hidden in the Forest

We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts and ‘expertise,’ Expose ourselves to buried-deep disease.   The virus is unmindful of our scheme, And flows between the species like a stream; We cut …

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