Sunday, September 5, 2010


we dwell within a fat man's block
built upon a human garbage dump
mortar echoes a screaming FREE-WAY
that promises a transformed wilderness

a winding vacuum of starved time
fills with feverish strangers
the spirit of a loping deer
extinguished by the profit

i chance the timothy fields
once ours, now raped
i lay facing the earth
suffocated by malignant time

a river meanders below the flat
poisoning~swallowing banks of earth
carving an abyss, filling with refuse
determing rights for patent death

the search for strength begins
in the abyss infested with human destruction
shadows get lost to the universe
showering the long painful climb

copyright: Dianne Tchir September 5, 2010

1 comment:

  1. This poem kinda sums up how we are raping the planet and living against the laws of nature..even trying to alter some of them.."patent death" is such a powerful image..maybe our actions are just part of Spinoza's chaotic order of the universe.