Wed 10:45 PM

in the land of once-upon-a-time
the wind fell silent and the sky came to a halt
over unending desert where there where once rivers,
now cracks of sick earth, all water turned to salt,
a funeral for the last true plant that dies then withers
where the uncultivable of animal, displeasing to the palate, lie in bone
short-term greed reaps the proud seeds so long ago sown
in slow aftermath only manufactured impressions of life remain
when the only way of life is under artificial light
menacingly gnawing at the skin of superficial creatures
who became alien to their own being by financial birthright
their blood replaced with origin-less fluid
a weak abstraction of what once was
in the name of progress, they will boast
never to have seen more advancement than before
in the land of once-upon-a-time, where man became ghost