Civil Wasteland

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A truly accounted excerpt from the last days of a one man Civilization.

Civil Wasteland
 
Like sands of a corroded desert Earth
I search for cows to milk in my hearth
I blow through sandstorms at dawn and dusk
Without my cows I am nothing but a husk
 
Sunbaked stones clutter the way
As I stumble along through toasted hot clay
Pillars and harsh weeds parade the scenery
Given along, bygone is the greenery.
 
 
Hunger and thirst give into madness
No cows remain, there's nothing but sadness
Nothing to ease the pain remains
I wish I had built my city on plains.
 
- Montezuma


Submitted: March 28, 2014

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