Erosion

This land was a green land
Graced with trees,
Before we cut them down
To raise our stately palaces
And prisons of renown.

This land was a garden
Watered by the clouds
Before we dug it bare,
Gouging up its minerals to burn
And poisoning the air.

This land was a desert
Grim as dust
Where the gritty wind mocked our moans.
Now it's as empty as our hearts;
Now may it hold our bones.

Suzanne Sykora: To date Suzanne has placed almost 60 poems in the small press or on the web, most recently with Think Journal (debut issue, launching), Ancient Paths, Bibliophilos , Talebones, the Iconoclast (# 98), KRAX Magazine, StarLine, Tales of the Talisman, the Green Rock Review, Aoife's Kiss and Sounds of the Night (Sam's Dot); as well as on the websites of Midnight Times , Abyss and Apex, Aphelion and Wild Violet. She has also placed 26 stories; most recently with Iconoclast, Barbaric Yawp, New Myths, Aphelion and Wild Violet.

Email: Suzanne Sykora

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