Passing stone-eyed in the wild ignorance
Frosted grey against hoar-frost white
Hooved plunderers, ruin of gardens
Destroyers of the flowers I plant for my love
Heedless in their browsing as the glass-eyed
Teenagers at the corner market, valuing
Nothing except their own wild hunger, their
Self-contained oneness with the wide expanse
Of sagebrush, remorseless in their foraging
Experimental ravagers, they pass in silent
Ghostly troop, keepers of the world that was,
World that is coming,
Enforcers of entropy.
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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