Precarious Balance

Painting and Poetry by Malcolm Ross

encroachment

scorched, scarred and scoured,
a blistering noon-day sun exposes,
a swap-meet of desolation,
as a cloud of gloom gathers,
from chimney stacks simmering,
behind a forested semblance of suburbia
-         and sequestered fields lead on,
at nature’s sad fading edge,
of proud timbers stalked by “progress”.  

-         so clouds of sulphur and insensitivity gather,
and brood above another species extinction,
all for that one species grace,
-          to be warm at night,
-         to eat and gleefully play,
-         to strive and compete,
-         to dare and win,
-         to create and explore,
-         to love and wonder,
in greater numbers than ever before,
in metal, benzine propelled projectiles,
dancing at mid-night for excitement,
which even shakespeare could not have imagined.  

and skies are scraped by bricks,
and a jumble of abodes crowd together,
in that symbolic pre-text,
of nature’s representational demise.  

m.j.r.
30-5-01.

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