Birds Fly South in Winter

Our hearts lie dormant in our breasts
No rhythm strong or pulse revealed
What love remains in words concealed
Faded, ravaged, vanished, whole kingdoms gone
Energies confined to darkened decadence
Our senses, numb, asphyxiate like squandered penance

Islands of waste afloat on seas of death
Washed up on shores that shape earth’s face
As we, like insects, feed on her declining grace

Has Mother Earth been conquered by her children

Earth in agony responds with trembling breath
In earthquakes shaking loud and long
And strong winds shriek away our worth

Her answer, hope, may some persuade
As snow begins to fall and flowers fade
The birds fly south in winter

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