The Rape of Nature

Written for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #314

Words:  dump, epic, sense, gusts, protect, frame, list, late, straight, hammer, rivers, hesitate

He turned the world
into a dump of epic
proportions. Gusts
of dust blew listless
pieces of garbage
straight into river,
and oceans. They begged
for common sense. They begged
for protection of the earth.
A dearth of clean water,
and fresh food was widespread.
All of humanity suffered.
No hesitation halted his
hammering out of poor
proclamations. He says
now he was framed. He says
now, none of this was his fault.
Doesn’t matter. It is too late.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to The Rape of Nature

  1. colonialist says:

    A scary scenario, in the course of happening.


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