it started with the garden
where life was cherished and
everything was pure but it is
now covered in soda cans,
cigarette butts, and the lingering
stench of rotten eggs
.
a grave site holding
wishes, past loves, years
unremembered, unfulfilled
futures where now plastic
forms fossils and
sewage forms roots
.
a spoiled wasteland
of sin and decay
sits upon the promise
of nurture and flourishment
without redemption
without a third chance
.
and on the 8th day
God looked upon all He had made
and said
.
what have you done
what have you done
what have you done
what have you done
what have you done
what have you done
