The forest burns; 

The sound of its

Crackling spleen

As it breaks into

The arboreal heart

Like an arsonist’s 

Well laid out trap,

Is a piercing howl,

Like a last gasp for breath

As the flames spread

Across the grid.


Amazon opens itself to us,

With trepidation perhaps;

Its uncertain fate

Waiting to be mapped.

A geo-spatial sprawl 

Mercilessly cleared out

By the indifferent state

That doesn’t feel the need

To equitably separate

The bare necessities 

From unbridled greed.