The plastic bottle bowled over the blameless landscape,

Desert sands in rainbow colours shimmered and

shifted in the heat, where nothing else moved.

—

The burned stark black branches of trees bore

the memory of a people, who seldom cared,

and rarely looked to see their harmful ways.

—

Priceless jewels winked from their nests of gold

left behind while someone died, now undisturbed

except for a paint peeled door of an empty womb.

—

The dried dreary dust remembered a time, when

it had shape and form, a life with love and fear,

now it shifted with the wind of resentment –

—

for humanity had waged its wars, burned resources

and filled the breath they breathe with polymers

and their once bustling world with a hostile  heat.