child of rust
birthed of dust,
passenger clouds
make heaven shrouds,
open your eyes,
deserted cries,
forgotten ages
of societies vast,
prophetic pages
now apocalypse past:
a stench blew in
like rot meets ruin,
a storm stirring sand,
cup water in hand,
drink
child of dust,
birthed of rust
cities–
bow back the sea
sword crack on scree,
waves peel away
from the beach
down the bay
walking free
past the reefs’
dolphin fiefs,
uncover detonation
deep volcano’s creation
child of apocalypse
child of ashen eclipse
history might save you
if you find what earth knew,
discover her rage
and her measly wage,
remember this determination
to unearn our self-desolation,
how she
silenced humanity
a sliver of sanity
to survive.
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Jordyn Saelor 