The Seed’s Fate
by Cheryl Chambers
The world takes mischief
from his hands
and gives it back to
no man’s land.
There are no bad boys
left on earth.
To some a blessing
other’s curse.
This tree torn land speaks
to me now
and forgives nothing,
forgets none.
Everything we do
meaningless.
Dystopia beckons-
I follow.
The hole of life sucks
us all up.
Still I create all:
life, art, love.
This cowardly new
world is wrought
with all that’s wrong. I
sink below.
And fall.