Desert Grave Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Desert Grave



Skyscrapers remind me of a morgue.
They are the gravestones of the city.
Once there was a desert - barren and beautiful - full of life and fun.
Ordinary people with money, looking for ways to spend it foolishly came along.
Ruining the desert - creating havoc with nature.
Skyscrapers are really gravestones - markers - for a desert that used to be.

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Houses lined in rows, almost touching each other,
friendly places, all of them inviting,
yet never does one house get to call on any others.
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