Preservation

June 3, 2014

Broken speech:
Thick tongues
Whisper softly in
Hushed voices.

Outsiders speak of
The jungle as a
Heart of darkness
But, in truth, this
Is where the light
Shines brightest.
We spread like
Tributaries of the
River of humanity,
Leaving nothing but
Concrete, rebar, and
Former ambitions.

Nature’s last vestige
Of life and purity,
And we are closer
Than ever to losing
It completely.

MSBQ

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2 Responses to “Preservation”

  1. Mike Says:

    An elegant metaphor and message. Nice work.

  2. MSBQ Says:

    Thank you! It was one of those poems that sort of writes itself, if that makes sense. 🙂


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