humans
managed to upset
this fantasy.
alters the world in our passage.
question we ask
how
like weeping bare wind
they carved out a place for themselves
to live-
destructive landscape.
#VerseLove Day 13- Blackout Poetry
My Blackout Poem comes from the pg. 131 in the book, On Trails by Robert Moor. It was highly recommended by a friend but I am struggling with getting through it. It is interesting to me but I can only read so many pages of science before needing a break. I decided to take the current page I was on and look at it in a new way by turning it into poetry.
Doodads and Doodles 