The hot Earth blisters <br />Opening to the unwitting tear of <br />Man’s insensitive hand <br /> <br />The glaciers crack and crumble <br />Centuries plunging into <br />Too warm waters <br /> <br />Fish and bird <br />Too soon entombed in <br />The rising wave <br /> <br />The frail creatures who <br />Cannot protest lie <br />Twitching in the gathering dust <br /> <br />Dry are the bones of <br />A million lost hopes <br />Broken in a desert of mind <br /> <br />But bland machines <br />Continue to grind and shake <br />Dollars making heroes out of <br /> <br />Plaster and Paris who <br />Fancy themselves <br />Immortal. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Gangway, Issue 30-31,2004)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-in-the-mouth/
