The heavy land



Many species preceded us

Touched down, tasted dirt,

Spread greedy roots

Like us

Reached for the pulsing winds

Engendered curious diggers

Raptors without hesitations

Coexisting mostly


We came and saw like

The others

We brought our own grasses, moved

Our waters from location to location

Chanted to icons, intercessors

Battled till the mountain was brick

Now the land has a hold on us

We can’t define how

The next front is moving in

We don’t want any more

Not the ones before us nor the ones

To replace us, the ones we savaged from

The land and the ones to inherit our gates


We have fought and can fight again

Not like last time

For a golden land, but for

Plastic straws and fiber conduits

The heavy land changes year by year

Whoever triumphs


 

Andy Oram is a writer and editor in the computer field. His editorial projects have ranged from a legal guide covering intellectual property to a graphic novel about teenage hackers. Print publications include The Economist, the Journal of Information Technology & Politics, and Vanguardia Dossier. His poems have been published in Ají, Arlington Literary Journal, Conclave, Genre: Urban Arts, Heron Clan, Offcourse, Panoply, Soul-Lit, and Speckled Trout Review.