Handscape
14 March, 2008
Author: Puppet
Do you see the flock of people
Descending like locusts on the trees?
Spreading like a cancer through the crops
And seizing mountains as they please.
Could Prometheus have stolen fire?
Or are our real flames conjured from
Human eyes alight with prospects
And hacking trucks with gritty hum?
Hands that raped the landscape;
Hands that built the towns;
Human hands that smear the forests
Into concrete grounds.
------- Author's Notes -------
A poem about modern human development; our hands have changed the earth's surface in drastic ways. |
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