Grassland

hinterlands intact,

forests not a hell,

grass not wheat,

soft cold rain fell

 

heavens doing what

open clear skies do,

pilgrims of sunlight,

days honestly new

 

no forever anymore,

now the foe is time,

some end's in sight,

verses don't rhyme

 

tarnished the sward,

ox-skulls bleaching,

toll paid for a blind,

low, over-reaching

 

truths died burning

mimicking cinders,

ash but not shame

stains all windows,

 

wind at white bones,

fate never freezes,

nature's green gore

garnishes breezes

 

when I was young

right or wrong told

your compass how

to safely grow old

 

'mid what myopia

broke valves blow

seductive strains

pied pipers crow

 

 

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