earth note 822

for every stone pony

there's a petrified stump

up against a cyclone fence

stamped out before

the humming birds

start hovering

vultures bringing home the leftovers

everywhere there's chaos

serving up the politicos

meat & potatoes

we've all seen this show before

i'll raise my pen

for the vanquished

in hopes that the forests

in tomorrow's millennia

will have a place

to leave their souls

--- e b bortz