Glass Cave
Oct 24, 2023
in a glass cave with a thousand scars
the dead trees know who we are
in the last breaths of our dying star
our mangled world knows who we are
when the smog fades and the sky parts
every vacant god knows who we are
and with my final take upon a shattered land with no beating heart, the sand dying, and the air sparse, the ocean will command us to stand and perish
and every drop of rain
every ounce of water
will hum the song
of countless slaughter
every gliding fish
and feeble Ark
knows who we are
when we lost our spark