by Nick Graham
A
single gleaming golden sphere,
Through
the azure sky draws near.
Shafts
of light like liquid flow,
Through
canopy to ground below.
Vaulted
halls with walls of pine,
Through
leafy ceilings sun doth shine.
A
world he’ll never see.
The
arid air,
Blankets
the sand.
The
fierce winds howl,
Across
the dunes.
An
everlasting sea of sand,
Bronzéd
waves upon the land.
A
world he’ll never see.
A
glittering plain,
Littered
with shards,
Streaked
with blue,
Engulfed
by cold,
Torn
by razor-sharp storms,
That
rake this wilderness.
A
world he’ll never see.
Forests
of steel,
Meadows
of concrete,
Rivers
of filthy brown,
Unbreathable,
unbroken clouds.
No
living thing,
But
the human swarm.
Our
proud gift,
A
world for tomorrow’s child.
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