The Quarry Behind
Some things are eating up the
rock
rock
In my backyard – Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
One smashes it into a thousand
boulders,
boulders,
Another chews them up in a
metallic furry;
metallic furry;
Churns them out in a billion tiny
fragments –
fragments –
The rock slouches
like a giant
caterpillar,
caterpillar,
Perhaps agonizing, perhaps
oblivious…
oblivious…
Amid ashy haze in the gaze of
sunshine, metal CATs and
sunshine, metal CATs and
Monstrous open-backs pick a
thing
thing
From where it belongs and
down to where it doesn’t
down to where it doesn’t
While nature’s beauty
is ceaselessly marred.
is ceaselessly marred.
©Jude Ifeme
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