The Dying

It came in the wind
It came along like plague dogs
Subservient and nocturnal
Flowing in reservoirs

Tribes get filthy
They are pushed aside
The golden dollar is omnipresent
A line won’t be drawn

I heard them calling
The dying, the beautiful burning

Twist your eyes
Profit when there is none
Water squelched and vomited out
Bled by corporate stiffs

Lungs burst
Bleached out birth
Force fed and tongue tied
Assembly line twirl

I heard them calling
The dying, the beautiful burning

Skies menstruating
Flooded rivers catch and release
Salty tears are normalized
A scar worn by all

No recourse to follow
Human frailty is on the rise
Lessons taught but never learned
The world further erodes

Nothing to save, nothing to gain