Here Today (Nausea)

ashes to ashes, dust to dust once fertile land, now barren crust a "clear cut" path tred foolishly into the grasp of industry listen closely, can you hear the falling of the tree deep within the forest heart where no one's there to see the raping of an eon's growth squandered callously another murdered biosphere consumed by industry cry of the seabirds, vanished with time waves no longer crash the shoreline the sea is now content to boil weighted down with heavy oil corpses cast out from the sea rot on the shore, amidst debris their skeletons slowly decompose no longer sun to bleach the bones.