Cloud
Deck
To
Sea
Ice
And
The
Space
Between
Contain
The
Earthly
Prize
We
Scatter
As
If
It
Didn’t
Matter.
With
Each
War’s
Thrust,
Our
Fragile
Crust
Shatters
Into
Toxic
Dust.
Military
Progress
Is
An
Armed
Trap
That
Renders
All
To
Useless
Scrap.
Conflicts
Rage
To
Possess
Wasted
Lands
Reduced
To
Squalid
Mess,
Until
Nothing
Stands
To
Separate
Cloud
Deck
And
Sea
Ice
From
Empty,
Blood
Stained
Sands.