Still We Stay by Daniel Johnson

No low thrum

from the million

empty wings.

Black, black, black,

wrapped in grey.

Lost ultraviolet,

gone fields of colour.

Lines of one,

rows of no other.

Nature recedes,

still we stay

Honeycomb houses

on ancient farms

fed on fakery

to make

replacements.

image @stevenfalk

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