This poem contemplates the potential consequences to nature of Man's destructive ways. I hope readers will enjoy it.
Remembrance of an event
There are it seems these days a multitude
of imaginings as plentiful as the stars
but this one seems the closest to me, an
image I had of Mars, of empty fields as
far as the eye could reach, of winters so
harsh they’d freeze blood and marrow
and shatter a new born’s tears but
odder still when I’d slept enough and
awoken to the dawn I came to see it wasn’t
Mars I’d seen but a pure vision that happened
here in a world I once had called my own.
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