11 - Voyeur

Crawling in the ochre winds beyond the half-moon sun,
hazel feathers rustle; tussle  in the inner city  zephyrs.
Infintesmally their eyes peer at a scab upon the earth;
our buildings scar the ground in a message giving birth
to a symbol of our power, our corruption and our greed.
How green the seas around us sway, polluted by our needs.

Infintesmally their beady eyes peer, upon the rock and sway.

The End

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