09-21-2021, 06:46 AM
Saliva dripping off its jowels.
It Stalks along the trash mounds.
Leaving behind its den of oil soaked towels.
Covered in coffee grounds.
Scrounging through rotten food.
Maggots writhing on its snout.
Fine fur is now dishevelled and stained.
Once regarded as devout.
It had become decayed and rotting,
its skin rapped around its bones like rubber.
Its face torn off the side of its skull.
To look at it would make one shudder
Landfill spans on for miles around where it's tribal lands used to be.
Superimposed upon the mountains eastward is a factory producing smoke.
The screen created by it fills the sky so heavy it's hard to see.
Forest fires westward take their last toke.
The stag stopped eating, the food it tasted had gone dry.
It shambled to the top of the highest trash heep around and stood atop the summit.
It's silloette a contrast against the dump surrounding it; a living relic of the past, looking out in a quiet reverence to the world it once knew.
It Stalks along the trash mounds.
Leaving behind its den of oil soaked towels.
Covered in coffee grounds.
Scrounging through rotten food.
Maggots writhing on its snout.
Fine fur is now dishevelled and stained.
Once regarded as devout.
It had become decayed and rotting,
its skin rapped around its bones like rubber.
Its face torn off the side of its skull.
To look at it would make one shudder
Landfill spans on for miles around where it's tribal lands used to be.
Superimposed upon the mountains eastward is a factory producing smoke.
The screen created by it fills the sky so heavy it's hard to see.
Forest fires westward take their last toke.
The stag stopped eating, the food it tasted had gone dry.
It shambled to the top of the highest trash heep around and stood atop the summit.
It's silloette a contrast against the dump surrounding it; a living relic of the past, looking out in a quiet reverence to the world it once knew.