Monsters
A framework of bones and muscle,
developed to treasure this place.
Yet instead we create more layers of
waste and erosion, erasing this space.
Monsters aren't perfect,
nor are we.
We are the war that we cannot defeat.
We came as a burden and flourished with
desires to create this,
into a better place, which is later
ruined by the human race.
This poem is about:
Our world