November first two thousand nineteen... abuzz with Autumnal thrum

rew4er2nail

Divine myriad biota amidst

heavenly Lily of the valley

(Convallaria majalis),

he didst imaginatively greet

Edenic heavenly terra

incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering

Gaia's quintessential orchestration

resplendent sensational treat

natural splendour regaling,

this fellow wayfarer

happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples

espied proud specimens unobtrusive

planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet,

of foot while me accidentally

risking, schlepping, traipsing... offbeat

winessed unschooled tribe,

yet verily synchronized,

primed, muscled... athlete

their soundless rhythmic swiftly tailored

flit to and fro upon poetic

unshod calloused feet

carefully, gingerly, lightly...

I shod dully tread nsync

toward drumlins upbeat

mouthing, kneading, imbibing... glorious

ebullient choral unadulterated feat

extemporaneously kickstarting crisp and neat

pow hour full rhythm across

analogous macroscopic excellent spreadsheet

inducing their sonorous symphonic

roundelay unfamiliar tweet,

whereby flora and fauna future meal to eat

oblivious regarding mine seat

dated existence, which quiescent aesthete,

yours truly basked,

froliced, luxuriated... complete

as once innocent hymnals kindled atrocity

this observer, spectator aghast white as sheet,

how civilization's machinations didst deplete

terrestrial firmament within one fell stroke

eradicated once pristine unbroken

promises chiseled to cheat

rightful owners expansive swath

over yonder til ocean and land did meet

Europeans scoured seas one after another

lumbering bulwarked fleet

exhausting resources while simultaneous

mowing down aborigines

grotesquely analogous harvesting wheat

indiscriminate deliberate genocide

decimating indigenous tribes beat

defenseless against microbial

weapons of mass destruction,

thus only within third blind eye

courtesy invisible paleface with tenderfeet

strictly envisioned Perkiomen Valley

once abundantly populated

with ample game during cold and/or heat

paradise unbroken stretched hinterland,

where place names mock to pay hollow tribute,

where native peoples no longer replete

vinyl city amidst amidst graveyard

lovely bones turned to dust

paved over by mainstreet.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2019 20:07
  • Category: Nature
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