Written 8th August, 2026 for In the Stars by The Rolling Stones Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
They cut the grid into the mountain, breathing a poisonous cloud. A frantic chaos, Staking a fortune from beneath the eucalypt, pulling hollow bones they did not heed. They bet on success, Assuming the heavy, damp silence of the bush was a kind of surrender. But destiny ignores a frantic hand. It woke not as a tremor, but a shift. A slow drag against the iron. The ancient roots waking their weight, a deep, fluid groan rising through fragile ground. And then— the inescapable alignment. The ancient land would seal their fate. The land sheared like a severed cord, swallowing their plans into the dark earth. Within the bruised shadows of the collapse, the twisted steel rests. An eerie monument to fortune lost. the earth does not negotiate with fortune. It simply folds the chaos down, and settles back into peace.
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