The bulldozer scoops up
great chunks of earth
digging deep into the soil.
Beside the hole, lies a six foot long
narrow form, wrapped in a tarp.
Between house and hole,
the drag marks are darkened
with blood.
The inimitable has set us a task, At Real Toads, for Words Count With Mama Zen , the inimitable Mama Zen has set us the task, in 50 words or less, of looking out our window and telling what we see - but make it scary. There has been a bulldozer at work at my neighbor's across the fence. So I did some imagining. As far as I know, the body count is still three at his house. Here's another take:
I.
Out the window, silver skies,
birdsong, all earth's creatures
celebrate early spring,
II.
Same window, same scene.
Add acid rain, global warming,
corporate greed, political collusion,
extinction of species.
Try not to despair!
