Tracy Bucknell


Desolation 2 (The Flood) - Poem by Tracy Bucknell

Wetlands dry for centuries moan,
adorned with retail, industry and homes,
earth embellished with shallow rooted life
swept screaching into the abyss.

Mud stained water embraces the land.
Leaving nowhere untouched by it's hand,
probing crevices, cleansing the stain,
asphyxiating the corpse down a man made drain.

A rollercoaster in full flow, running wild on mans highway,
bloating the wood to a mulch ridden stew.
Tearing at homes, throwing them askew,
bloated cattle swirling in a green soup
seasoned with the fodder of life.

Torrents abate to stagnant lakes.
Soaking the earth in desease ridden blight,
as mankind strives to survive another night.
And 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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