Nature’s Prosperous Wasteland
prosper in the abandonment

What is this new world before us?
An isle full of noises yet deserted
but not a desert. No,
the sky cries out
to the wind gushing through
all traces of mankind ebbing away.
A thousand twangling instruments play too
sounds and sweet airs.
Nature’s newfound territory.
Dances hand in hand with the plague
this silent yet deadly plague.
A Disastrous Expense: a planetary domination
Certainly, according to Prospero’s book
full fathom five thy father lies
of bones are coral made
pearls that were his eyes.
In isolation he must stay.
Shipwrecked in his own home.
Stranded, awaiting the end of this disease.
The apocalyptic driven disease.
Outside the plague glides on.
to Nature’s Tempest scrubbing our land.
our Wasteland.
Soon to be
Nature’s Prosperous Wasteland.
About the Creator
Emma Forsyth
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