The hot Earth blisters
Opening to the unwitting tear of
Man’s insensitive hand
The glaciers crack and crumble
Centuries plunging into
Too warm waters
Fish and bird
Too soon entombed in
The rising wave
The frail creatures who
Cannot protest lie
Twitching in the gathering dust
Dry are the bones of
A million lost hopes
Broken in a desert of mind
But bland machines
Continue to grind and shake
Dollars making heroes out of
Plaster and Paris who
Fancy themselves
Immortal.
(Previously published in Gangway, Issue 30-31,2004)
Laurence Overmire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-in-the-mouth/
