The Revolution I'm Embracing

It is instantly conscious of the absence of the cardinals' bright red flutter.

Bees are also lacking. The sunflowers I planted especially for them used to be their favorite.

They used to buzz for hours, now all that is left are their echoes.

on the lawn. The flowers now only bowed their heads.

There was a truckload of hard, white gravel sprinkled by my new neighbors.

On a piece of black lawn linen, they prayed that

Grass back there should be killed after everything has been destroyed.

It succeeded. Since it's not my concern, I shouldn't care.

Though I do. Death is omnipresent.

A revolution is developing within me.

composed of things I can no longer see.

My heart is broken, and I want for an earth.

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