earth

on the park bench

the world unfurling its wondrous

colours all around, the notes of despair

mix with the screams of joy while

lust awakens the worst

nightmares of children lost in a haze of alcohol and misery

the trees watch quietly, dancing with the wind,

moving to the rhythm of the world

hidden deep within the slightest murmur

is a ripple amongst the floating bodies all around

the fires burn bright in the distance

the earth bears each footstep with patience

over and over

no wanderer stops to look and trees watch on

a million lives within each leaf all calling out to them all

each life asking to be spoken to

amidst emptiness, under a shower of silver bullets

the world becomes one and we exist as a whole