what is love
is it : racing across : a rapidly desertifying : landscape that once was : home to your species : home to your nation : just home : which now : contains : little more than drifting ghosts : to rescue a boy : who probably : went dusto : 2 weeks ago
or is it something else : something more like : supreme stupidity : obnoxious naivety : old-fashioned lust : a statement of intent : to commit : suicide : writ large : across the sun baking sands
Whoa, what a wealth of thought went into this poem. You have a way of confronting the “supreme stupidity” of the ruin we are allowing on planet Earth. I saw the YA verse novel tag. I hope you are seriously pursuing it.
This one works well. I enjoyed the duo ‘went dusty: two weeks ago’