It’s dusk at midday
the sun obscured by
the clogging smoke

green turns to black
in the breathless Amazon air

the burning, scalding heat
incessant in its progress

with ravaging, raging
and relentless devastation

the birds won’t sing
in this daytime darkness

for all will be either dying or dead
in this theatre of destruction

to leave behind singed earth
and charred remains
and blackened hearts

of life disappeared
and lost forever.

Henry is a poet, writer and mental health essayist based in Somerset in the UK. His work has appeared previously in Dissident Voice. Read other articles by Henry.