GREEN LAND
they hashtagged
hyphenated
took away the sky
up there, a tiny square
Mr Rockefeller,
Jets and Giants,
have to
strain your neck
to see it
before
their thoughts lurched upwards
it was the green
they took
had disappear
no one casts their mind back
to dawn days of arrival
striding across the shore
feeling
exceptional
albeit just a sprinkling
a dust of darkness
misconstrued in the light
but
not entirely for the better
changing everything
and we
too
were disappeared, story
of our disappearance,
that
disappeared too
ghosts and bones
beneath those cities,
remembered
perhaps as irony, regrettable
tragedy, parody
voices long gone
and with them all the words
other green lands out there
waiting for
all this to repeat
poems 2 die for 