so speaks; a blank page
soon after it fell; on the ground
gone underground; forgiving

the roots; would you believe
say; from up on air
sound like twigs; planted upside down

the young are wasted
as the old wither
in a land laid bare; abandoned

a cycle reversed; just for want
not food
not clothing
not even shelter; rather
for a breathing space and plain simple fresh air


Gabriel Guangul

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