-------As If-------
There is smoke in the air,
an angst throughout the body
where the forest is being cut.
They speak of progress
as if the soya beans and timber
could
somehow
take the place of home.
As if
the intricately
intertwined
together
body
Beautiful
one,
Earth
and Human,
was disposable.
It is in the lonely,
unreckoned-with
corners of the mind
that greed has room to grow
As if
to fill a void
of its own desperate making.
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