Tracy Bucknell


Desolation - Poem by Tracy Bucknell

Perched upon the kusp of a line
reclaiming it's own one step at a time,
arid plains parched of life
shrewn with canvas, poverty and lice.
Kindleing abundant stoke the fires of lust,
war entombed, holding hands with dust.
Red sands flow with the bloodsoaked grains
waves of migration, humanity tamed.
Bloated corpses shrewn like twisted wood
and hungry children suckling dry blood.
Fetid hands pleading for life,
amidst the disease ridden blight.
Humanity crawls grubbing for hope
as the land reclaims it own.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 27, 2011


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