Humans Hath Wrought by: Mandy Botlik

Brittle, brown, dormant, rustling

The arid wind rocks

barren branches. Leaves falling

On shattered Earth, like dry blood.

Beneath the crust black

roiling sea of ancient life.

Plunge the depths and draw it up.

Fossils float like clouds,

blanket the globe. What was lost

Now found. Arise extinct beasts.

Share your fate with the

Necromancers, the cursed ones,

The mortal, the “civilized,”

fragile plague of the planet.

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