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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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