Conservation
All day rising smoke and stench, circling
Vultures flock the air
Waiting for machine groaning
From mound to mound to cease
Ahead of the incessant dogs.
Thoughts take black wings
Out of the yawning hole
Unfilled since the last mischief
A corpse unknown, exposed itself
I found the soil too toxic even for weed
And yet I had grown familiar
To that strange love, duplicitous
Like heat waves telling distant lies
To desert parched of tongue.
Nothing fills the hole
But gaping memories,
The sinister attitude of splintered reason
Pervading arguments pass the redundant season.
Landfills are tricky places to own
With a tart capacity for limited rehabilitation
It was irrevocable, my blind ambition
To grow a garden in soil gangrene with mold
Let pigs search for truffles there alone.
Love cannot bulldoze a level field
For friendship where no one yields.
To and fro the black wings
In the smoke drenched sky
Flutters
The subside in the mind cavernous.
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