Plants scorched dry to unblinking eye.
Skulls, skeletons, dry riverbeds;
Unraveled dread erodes homesteads.
Long, lawless war: a human blight -
Water rights at oil's might.
Withering, fatal, green-eyed lust,
Shriveling leaves gust past charred crust.
A faint memory -
iced tea.
Soil turns to sand
at wealth's command.
This is an edited version of the poem which was originally published by Blood Moon Rising Magazine in their July of 2008 issue. A link to the archived publication has been placed on the right column (5 poems on Blood Moon Rising Magazine).
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