It’s late at night, I can hear nature cry,
along with the coyote’s howl, and the
brambles soft quiver.
Late at night, I can see a world without
greed, death, and destruction, a world
without forest lines that retreat to the
point of annihilation.
Creatures of remaining forest are
scattered, dwellers of the sea fished
The carcass of nature is covered by a
a harsh blanket of concrete, asphalt,
While we as a civilized human species,
turn a blind eye to the carnage we reap.
While climbing ladders to ascend to the
top of the pile, pat-on-the-back world
How’s the view?
© 2020, Wayne Russell
WAYNE RUSSELL is or has been many things in his time upon this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. In late 2018, the editors at Ariel Chart nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. “Where Angels Fear” is his debut poetry book published by Guerrilla Genesis Press.