Machines

Where once was harmonyof summer field brocadeshills’ tempered curvesemollient layers of leavesfractal earthrocks’ proud displaysor even winter’s stubble-rough weave,now man’s machines pervadegobbling greenextruding black ribbonscolonizing the landscapewith their too neat symmetriesand metallic sheen.Where nature once was sovereignmachinery now patrols streetsof asphalt and concrete.(29 January…