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What have we done?

What have we done?

 

We inhabit an interface world

a separation of our own creation

causing structures to arise against

the pristine wildrenesses of

incomparable perfection

Concrete, glass, bricks 

and tarmacadam

sprawl in a constant motion

an invasive force at war

with our natural landscape

 

We deface with buildings

of no grace without a

trace of beauty

Skyscrapers of metal and glass

which glint in the sunshine

all so alike, so prosaic

Architects try to compete with

what has lived for countless millenia

structures never meant to last

or stay the test of time

 

Forests and meadows 

are violently raped by

earth moving machines

to advance the frustrated

dreams of the frustrated

Trees are felled, rustic dwellings

destroyed or left in ruins

as inadequate, as barriers

to progress

 

The sea stands defiant

with shores to defend

its essential integrity

Yet these vast oceans are

polluted by an avalanche

of human waste to

contaminate almost every

space. Fossil fuels, man made

fibres, tools of

human progress ring 

the death knell of life itself

 

Fish found dead and deformed

mutations a by product of progress

We think of ourselves as masters

but it was intended that we be

custodians

We violate what has been

bequeathed to us with

arrogance and pride

We now live on the cusp 

of vengance where our downfall

will be complete. Then will

the natural world replenish

itself to begin anew

and others will speak

◄ The Twilight Years

The Morass ►

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