a red star pinned
to the breast of night . . .
you've been gone
more than a lifetime,
yet your light still shines
the colour of complacency
a pale child
with flaxen hair warns
us of danger
why are so many
too blind to listen
prayers offered
to the rising sun
a rainbow
of saris flecked
with toxic foam
our world
is clutching onto life
but only just
a spider monkey swings
above the blood-red fire
another forest
takes its last breath
a miasma
of black despair
settles in my lungs
I soothe
my weary spirit
in a river
of blue-eyed grasses
how did we come to this
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