Carry on waging war.
Carrion’s all you train for.
A price is paid.
When young are laid
Underground,
Who have not found,
Nor ever will,
A life fulfilled.
And by cashing in,
Earths’ fruits
Turn to compost.
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Fukashima
Earth quaking trees sprinkled their pollen,
Powder puffing the forest floor.
A plume of golden mist rose up from its lush green lineage.
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