The Kiss of the Crab

The ultimate betrayal.
Corrupt DNA
licensing the creation
of slums
when old buildings
are not yet crumbling.
Chemical warfare
affects not
the roaches lurking,
waiting, for the right moment...
The landscape is bleak,
where pain rises and sets,
clouding over
denuded forests of joy.
And when the earth
stops turning,
peace tranquilizes.


*Dedicated to a friend who died painfully of cancer