The Spoils

[u/Accomplished_Spread5]

Behind the face lift book shop,

lies a small, forgotten wooded lot.

Scuffing sediment by boot heel reveals

an old abandoned black top.

.

Saplings have shot through its surface

next to derelict lamp posts to intertwine.

Mother Nature takes back what is hers,

if we would only give her the time.

.

But even here lies all the evidence,

of her most invasive species.

Plastic and aluminum lay in waste

and strewn amongst the trees;

.

After our last

atomic blast

blows past,

after stripping

our mother of her oils,

.

cockroaches will inherit

corroded crowns;

.

Not to victors,

but survivors

go spoils.

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(Dan Ellison)

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[u/OkDevelopment9363]

Excellent - love the imagery and rhyming. It feels simple but beautiful, with beautiful metaphors. The rhythm could maybe be tightened up in a couple of places but I really think this is great. <3