DEFACEMENT
Nature is indifferent to
my presence- lost &
suspended against the sky
that blends with stars
the Black Virgin
will find me
Tree shadows stretch
across the eerie highway where
feathers float in a flurry
filling the Fall air
The world seems unholy
exiled from light
we covet small ponds that
hold small sky
then
Gloat at the last winter’s ice
a carved jagged sculpture with
perfect peek holes that
floats on the creek
runs from the plasma of
human waste~that
alters the sculpture forever
Naked banks of pale straw
reveal my festering
garbage dump
Copyright: Dianne Tchir
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