A natural Holocaust rages, today
tearing away at the elderly standing
for decades and now, overturned.
It consumes, burning brightly a
condolence candle composed of acres
melting together in ashen soil.
It denies, habitual homes and
dewy dusk laden grass growth
currently fenced in.
Restrained by manufactured life
tiling leased land feebly privatizing life
momentarily without hindrance
focused solely on today.
My uninspired attempts at masterpiece sear the tips of my fingers that charcoal infinitely onto innocent paper, scarring its symmetry with coarse words whose sounds scrape, strangely unaware of their existence, against each other etching impulse into, my, reality that of imitation mass produced norms that confound the essence of life.