Away

When the wind has blown this all away,
where will we have gone?
When the sea recedes into icy chasms
And the oceans have turned to salt
And the lows become highs near the ocean-valley reaches
Where will we have gone?

When elm wilts like a seedling scorched,
Where will we have gone?
When the mountains collapse against a continental shelf
Hovering over the vacancy of desert brought by the water’s recession
Where will we have gone?

When the outcry of the underfoot, suffocated, ends its call,
Where will we have gone?
When the songbirds sing the song of another
And the Sun rises on the same mark
And the shadows still fall on the faces of the damned
And no one voice can ignite the call to arms again
And we are drowning in desecration caused by the Willful
And the Ignorant’s refusal to nurture the seeds of change
Where will we have gone?

_{-V. Raylean, JUN 2020}