'Still' by Harvey Gillman

'Our hearts beat to its rhythms.' | Photo: Louis Maniquet / Unsplash.

This earth is the same earth, is it not,
which we traversed with determination,
where, in former times, we ventured forth,
when travel was permitted, and choice was ours
over time and destination? This earth
now proclaims a different dominion.
It cries out now from the fissures
we have torn in it, from the scars
we have clawed in it, from the brutality
of our embrace, our craving for conquest.

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