Here's one I prepared earlier...
Building Sights
The grass cries seeds,
entombed at birth
in concrete seas,
her flowing hair,
root ripped and scalped.
Hungry beasts, garish yellow,
jaws sap-drenched
and bleeding life,
tear the rich dark flesh,
of this weeping earth's
unmothered womb.
The destroying seed of man
now falls upon this land,
birthing straight lines,
and a newer wilderness
of shackled sterility.
A hum of no longer bees,
but chains of saws
and petrol fumes,
scattering songbirds
in frantic mute dismay.
Save the wild geese,
caressing the sad wind
with mournful pipes.
May 2013