Ash and Quartz: The Land Speaks
dust
thick
in lungs
ash now falls
over the cracked ground
dry rivers burn in the hot sun
thirst now steals all laughter from the children of this land
steel
cold
cuts trees
green leaves fall
in slow arcs above
profit grows while all forests thin
each log now bleeds the lost homes and the lost human lives
quartz
sharp
in air
glass shards fall
see these shards of bone
sky once full of wings and soft breath
still we rise and speak for all the children of this land
