03 Nov 2015 – Frack

Stones that slumber, freed by frack.
Earth itself a heart attack.
Writhing rope-bridge, feet unsure,
“all by chance” we’re reassured.

Now unweaving mother’s shawl,
thread to knit a shroud for all.
Land a ruin, why name names?
“Wasn’t on my watch doom came!

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