The Perpetual Ruins

We  inhabit the perpetual ruins
The works  of our hands which
Pull down and destroy, which
Uproot  and do
Poison all our ground. Our
Eden  is all around us and we
Win  and lose it every day -
Behold  the wonder of its beauty
Then  piss on it, unpiece
Our  clay to exile and wander
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