~ Rock Quarry ~

The top of the world: a rocky cliff,

surrounding a mineral-mined pit.

Far below lies a lake, man-made,

fathoms full of a deep, dark green sheen.

Hidden slabs lurk beneath

the water laced with memories

of machines which shattered,

dug, scraped the earth.

 

Now, what remains of it

is a greed-crafted crater

which smells of sweating stone.

I mourn that my kind caused this;

They raped her,

stripped her of her valuables

and then left her alone,

abandoned to the wilds of time.

The brambly brush has taken over,

saplings have sprung,

wreathed in creepers of

wild grapevine.

 

Aside from the wind

and high cries of hawks,

there are only echoes

of dinosaur ghosts which wander

this lost land of shale-shod crags

and fallen boulders of

spent potential.

But nature whispers

that the reclamation

has long since begun!

© 2012 C.L.R.