My skies hang low dripping with blood,

Reeking of sulfur and car exhaust.

Water oozes out from my gaping wounds, 

Pooling with blood at the mountain’s feet.

An asthmatic wind riles up the smudgy air,

Coating my surroundings with a noxious residue.

 

My land convulses, regurgitating the venom in my belly,

Like a stomach infested with E. Coli.

Menacing waters lurk near the jagged shorelines,

Washing up noteless plastic bottles wrapped in refuse rings.

Voicelessness of the former sea inhabitants, 

Echo off the mountain tops.

 

Grass expires in the valley where children used to play,

Leaving only their phantoms behind.

Smokestacks smoldering orange on the horizon, 

Staining my lungs a chalky black.

Bones of the wild buffalo strewn on the vacant hillside,

Charred where the fires once roamed.

 

Tides march onto the hollow villages,

Carrying expired ocean beings.

My waters tainted with sludge and scum,

Dancing along the desolate seashores.

Rancid waves arching over on itself,

Putting on a show for the soulless void.

 

Man’s negligent sovereignty from the promontory, 

Casted out across the broken landscape.

He feels nothing,

As I cry out in anguish. 

My essence escapes into the void,

Returning all to darkness.