the book of dying 2:10…

without a soul nothing is important
destroying the environment pays good dividends
death of others creatures of earth
man or beast matters so little

 

the book of dying 2:5…

shore waters rose washing away graves
freeing the dead from the earth
generations of men set upon waves
sun bleached bones riding white waves

 

the book of dying 2:4…

the seas died no more fishing
ships sail nowhere no reason to
for all waters had death’s stench
ocean’s breezes ceased shore waters rose

 

the book of dying 2:3…

soon rivers smelled odor of death
bloody barren land bore no fruit
oil blackened soil choked earth’s creatures
as rich men toasted their success

 

construction sets…

father
was never
very good
at
erector sets
his bridges
never stood up
that long
as
parts
rusted
and
wood planks
decayed
even when
there wasn’t
a termite
in sight
so
it’s for sure
that
reconstruction
of
this fragile
environment
of
earth’s
so
carefully built
by
mother nature
will
never be
the same
even with
father time’s
best
efforts