One Light of Hope
In Australia’s darkest hours,
an ever-growing pyre
breeds a conflagration nation.
desolation, ruination
ravaged seas of deforestation;
extinctions’ ignition
bleeds deadly
perdition.
Were Mother Moon habitable,
the Koalas might escape,
scamper, flee
finding solace within
her refulgent body,
borne upon angel wings.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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