Marrow Of The Earth

Flesh of the valley, torn by iron teeth Wound upon wound, bleeds silicate grief Veins of ore sucked dry, collapsed to dust Maggots of industry gorge in rust Roots strangled in concrete ossuary Bark flayed, raw skin of the arboreal quarry Rivers, once serpents, gutter like slit throats Choked in chemical bile and plastic coats Acid fogs kiss cliffs to bone Face of the mountain gnawed to stone Ash rains down like moulting skin Feeding the loam with the wages of sin No elegy in the tremor of earth Only the thunder of stillborn birth Horizon festers with smokestack bloom Blight made god in nature's tomb Worms coil in soilless marrow Drinking deep from the tombstone furrow Blackened wings beat skies to bruise Sun weeps red through carbon noose Cold breath of machine sermons preaches Scorching the lungs of hills it reaches Erosion, not slow but surgical Stripped to the cartilage beneath the ice Scraped to nerve What none deserve In melted ice Slow and precise Bent to serve what none deserve Obsidian petals bloom from decay Garden where silence eradicates No pulse in the vine, no song in the glade Garden where silence eradicates Crust severs where glaciers once grieved Tears fossilize where roots disbelieved Tectonic joints crack under weightless greed A crown of smoke for the atom seed Crust severs where glaciers once grieved Tears fossilize where roots disbelieved Tectonic joints crack under weightless greed A crown of smoke for the atom seed Scraped to nerve What none deserve In melted ice Slow and precise Bent to serve what none deserve Obsidian petals bloom from decay Garden where silence eradicates No pulse in the vine, no song in the glade Garden where silence eradicates