#FinalisFinibusTractus – #scifi – #poetry #TheEntrusted

Alone,

on the oil-soaked beach,

a monk,

in bright orange robes.

and

a respirator

watched as thousands of streams of steam

diffused

in the red smog-choked sky.

 

 

The job had been described as a death sentence.

 

She volunteered.

 

Along with 10,000 machines,

eight hundred monks

and

four hundred scientists

together they

would bring back the garden

called

Earth.

 

~~~

SRWM

~~~

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