I wade through mercury waters
A land speckled crimson
Peppered bloody, hematic and sore
Swollen, cancerous rocks, bloated, bulging
and inflamed
Under a sickly sky, the trees gaunt and rawboned,
they reach, beseech, leeching for a way
out of their roots
Marks like swords – what has been here before?
It spread its air of death
Leaving a synthesised mess
A world left ailing and raw
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