the burden of atlas

yerrey

this compass only goes south
where it's quiet in life
peaceful in death
hyenas gather what's left
from the rape
that brought division
a paradise immersed in flames

barren of flesh
wealthy in human ivory
a migration of the past into the flame
fueling the intoxication of a machine
buliding the future
by erasing the past
a home with scenery better seen than explain
increasing the burden for atlas
who can't tell sweat from tears
my home
at the end of the earth

lifeisworth

as always, yerry...
delightful

yerrey

thanks!