Here is a rewrite of a previous poem, longish, but worth it!
PRESERVE THIS EARTH, IT IS NOT OURS! My gaze turns toward heaven In hopes of spying God Amongst the scattering of His diamonds in the night. To my dismay I saw naught but gray, Shadow blanket; Result of successful spoilage! Behemoth factories Belch putrification To veil another starless night, A... Sign in to see full entry.