Conservation

All day rising smoke and stench, circling Vultures flock the air Waiting for machine groaning From mound to mound to cease Ahead of the incessant dogs. Thoughts take black wings Out of the yawning hole Unfilled since the last mischief A corpse unknown, exposed itself I found the soil too toxic even for weed And yet I had grown familiar To that strange love, duplicitous Like heat waves telling distant lies To desert parched of tongue. Nothing fills the hole But gaping memories, The sinister attitude of splintered reason Pervading arguments pass the redundant season. Landfills are tricky places to own With a tart capacity for limited rehabilitation It was irrevocable, my blind ambition To grow a garden in soil gangrene with mold Let pigs search for truffles there alone. Love cannot bulldoze a level field For friendship where no one yields. To and fro the black wings In the smoke drenched sky Flutters The subside in the mind cavernous.