somethings

in times to come

darkness in the telling

whose munition

whose rain from the death of a sky
drowned the last ditches of home

Anthropolypse

Mother Earth,
Oh bother, dearth;
Foiled it, spoiled it,
Death and decay,
No birth today;

be ready

be ready...

as it rains
on your parade
and the rising water
reminds you of seaweed
and turbulence

winter #69

winter’s
discontent
lies in snow unfallen
none of it expected
any time soon

forest fire

             a rainforest burns
        and rain no longer falls
a broad sweep of machinery screams
        its half-track creak cries out ‘timber’
    jibes jibs at trees older than breathing
                it lurches and dives
                      a predatory steel bird
                  spawn of dinosaurs
                      a descendant lizard
          extinction in every rusted scoop