Dying earth

In matchstick boxes,

we breathe

Our majestic houses

beneath,

a sky full of hope,

unbounded scope.

blue away from blues

numerous neglected,

hues.

 

We’re buzzing

in our labyrinths

We’re dying, dopey

hyacinths.

In our honeycombs, like bees,

we live, labor, lie

defiling the all-mother,

we kill to breathe, then cry.

 

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