A granite span of skin,
Hung from brow to chin,
Demanding to be thinner
Than its years.
A river’s coat of motion
Looking for an ocean
But lacking the devotion
To appear.
A valley full of gullies,
Where water ran unsullied,
Now emptied by the bullying
Of weather.
An ecosystem’s mission
To understand cold fission
And substitute the missing
Feathers.
The secret evolution,
From Rex to execution,
And lizard to pollution
Of the skies,
And in the huts that set us free
The future’s foot has utterly
Crushed the last of subtleties
Allies.
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