IN SEARCH OF STRENGTH
We dwell in a fat man’s box
built upon a human garbage dump
mortar echoes a screaming FREE-
WAY ~ promises a transformed wilderness
A winding vacuum of malignant time
fills with feverish strangers
the spirit of a loping deer
annihilated by a profit
A river meanders below the flat
poisoning- swallowing banks of earth
carving an abyss, filling with refuse
choking the essence of life
The search for strength begins
in the abyss
infested with human destruction
intentions get lost to the universe
that warns of the painful climb
copyright: Dianne Tchir
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