Gunshots in the distance,
beer can in the dirt,
nature ignores the hurt.

Airplane rumbles above,
man-made clouds,
the skies endure.

Broken sofas,
shredded foam,
mark the path.

Revving motors,
drown the wind,
the birds cry.

Black tires,
eternal decay,
claim the land.

Branches broken,
rocks and dust overturned,
the earth abides.

I walk in the beauty,
and the wreckage,
and apologize.