Rubberband Land

The rubber band land, short and long, thick and thin elastic stretch pull along; it's pulled, it's pushed, poked and often touched, it gives, it takes, it's prod and plucked, flicked back and forth, twisted and torqued, stroked and brushed; it rolls, it folds, it overlaps, it slips, it slides, it even bends back; used, abused, misused and used again, it continues to forgive, renew and bend; then one day, unseen and brave the elasticity begins to slowly slip away. Hard as it tries it's stretched beyond its ply it elongates and begins to show its cracks, it lacks the will and desire to slip back; the strand inched out beyond its original limb having given all its giving; nothing left to retrieve no final last reprieve; no more give, all taken that final straw now breaking. The band now laid to waste with a search for another to take its place but for some there is no counterpart their existence is a singularity of art like the land upon the earth once flowed lush and green from birth erased by the human seed and his all consuming greed.