| Monday, August 10, 2009
here lies a wonderful place,
once unspoiled by the humans.
no flags nor houses dotted its landscape.
trees and shrubbery retained their original families.
animal laughter rang out,
where they always did.
before the arrival.
afraid, they had lashed out with their weapons.
laughter was banned.
complete family trees were unknown.
you count yourself lucky to retain your original immediate family.
the first sharp flag heralded the arrival of others.
and then,
the landscape was slowly destroyed.
pits of mud showed the festering sores,
slush covered everything.
and finally, when its last breath was shuddered,
the humans left.
but laughter never returned.
the long-buried rose,
striving to rebuild the unscathed land of yesteryears.
and the trees mourned.
for the dead, the living, and the land.
the purple piggy oinked 12:00 AM
