Today – They Mowed The Grass

Today – they mowed the grass. 
– Alas! 

The jungle is vanished; the leaf-temples
Subject to expedition, 
Have given up their mystery air. 
No more, the emerald; no more, altars where
Unimaginable rites were –
…Imagined. 

All this lies shattered, buried
Piles of grass and topiary
Of doom. Tomorrow – 

The hunter-gatherers move in.

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And you can bet I’ll be surveying their campfires through my binoculars. From the safety of the balcony.

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