In the salt wedged between progress
and an echo of a dream giant machines
rest, stilled in the end by a lack
bigger than greed. Where mountains
once stood holes stare up at stars
imagine their peaks returned at last.
In the oceans, in the sand the imprints
of packages discarded for the worth inside.
Across the flatlines of the globe
bones sing the dirges, future minds
struggle to put the bones into a semblance
of sense out of the mass of loss, beneath land
in caverns stacked cylinders hold a poison
a thousand, thousand years in the unmaking.
Shadows of cities rest now
in the reclaimed forests, steel girders
twist into new stories for fur and feather
hold eggs and young safely above.
Buried in time, deep in the ancestral mind
memories float unheard, untold, sacred.
Who will release the casket’s dirt now?
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