Indifference turns Its back
toward the fern embellished wall.
How poverty offends them.
False, soft voices rise and fall,
like joy. A liquid starless
sky obscures—rivers flood
but truth is scarce.
Fragrant lies glissade, stirring
ancient broken landscapes.
Forests will replace these things,
vast oceans will diminish fools.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six