When the Dead Speak

a haiban

When the Dead Speak

 

Pristine lands filled with vistas beyond imagining are becoming a thing of the past. Man’s need for trivial things has swallowed the land into the belly of the beast. Technology has brought with it chaos, isolation, pollution and confusion.  Those bygone days of fresh air, picket fences, and go-carts are gone forever.

 

the dawn’s yawning mist

covered nature’s tapestries; 

when buffalo roamed

 

 

 

Took a drink out of Walden’s Pond; threw up for hours. Just had a gourmet delicacy; a juicy steak of red wolf, one of the last of its kind. It was delicious. On any given day in the African Veldt an elephant is lured away from the herd and is slaughtered for her tusks. The Ivory trade is thriving - extinction on the horizon.

 

sunlight’s shadows  drift

in and out amongst the clouds...

the dodos’ last song

 

 

 

It’s all a hoax; all those dead people are lying. Only suckers and idiots die for their country, but only the brave play golf in the rain without a hat. Believe in what I say, not what you see. We’ll follow him till the end of days or at least until Election Day - then we’ll see.  

 

a crocodile smile...

bull-frogs in the bogs

get their feet stuck in the mud

 

 

chaos is contagious �" don’t let it swallow the world �" take a deep breath: vote