• There is Nothing

                  I have
                  turned my face away
                  from the darkness
                  stepped out of the sticky
                  jungle

                  I saw the vines
                  choking
                  the vines
                  lifeless bodies falling
                  to decay
                  and feed
                  tomorrow's death

                  turned my face away
                  from the darkness
                  the anarchy

                  there is nothing
                  I can do                   

                  © 1997 William Edward Ilse
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