invasion

Time sweeps by
but i,
cant do much.

They spot me
from a distance far
as I;
contemplate, they grin
not at me
-they die

I grow restless
as i,
cant do much.

Monstrosity flies past
It squeals by
as I,
stand just watching
the wasteland
for I,
cant do much.


Craters of limbs
my land accommodates
crusted, headless bodies too,
what were once lush
accommodate.

And I
cant do much
but cry
-massacre!