This one is based on an artwork from the Obsidian Isle exhibition by Gayle Chong Kwan
Highland Clearance
Surrounded by the eternal aroma
of charred and rotting wood.
Enveloped in the light of perpetual dusk
bathed in constant smog.
of charred and rotting wood.
Enveloped in the light of perpetual dusk
bathed in constant smog.
Dark and monotonous
with dead grass growing through ashen dirt,
which lies all around.
with dead grass growing through ashen dirt,
which lies all around.
Long forgotten echoes fly unheard
into the sky, forever darkening.
Echoes of screams.
Of drumming feet.
Of roaring flame.
into the sky, forever darkening.
Echoes of screams.
Of drumming feet.
Of roaring flame.
Never again to be heard.
Never again to be witnessed.
Never again to be witnessed.
Yet always living on.
In our memories,
our hearts,
our very souls.
In our memories,
our hearts,
our very souls.
To be remembered
always and forever
in the scarred land
where it once stood.
always and forever
in the scarred land
where it once stood.
