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