Forage Fire

Say…it really must be us, in fairness.
We’re turning the earth into a furnace.

It’s been raped of ore to make our metal.
We hunt new compounds in which to meddle.

Before we knew how to smelt there was wood.
Traditionally, we took all we could.

We’ve held for granted all of our water.
It’s no longer crisp or clean…just hotter.

All our parasitic line, we’ve had fire.
Burned wood for metal for soldering wire.

Try to “offset” what we take at a tie?
See?…that’s just another reductive lie.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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