We come from the void,
to the void we shall return—
permanent rentals.
Short-term
Tag: society
Perspective
One man’s trash,
another’s treasure—
droppings
Going to war
An army so poised,
ready to take on the world;
colonists with saws.
All the world’s a stage
Hop jump and step up,
shoulder to shoulder we move—
as dancers, soldiers.
The elders
Shrivelling over time,
crippling under the world’s weight—
the ageing, the tree.
