the driest desert could not leech my tears
i am a rainforest, a surviving myth.
one by one, or at once, death will become me,
and i will lose to the foreboding desert.
once, given forth from plentiful water, plentiful earth,
only to be shrivelled into parched, dead skin.
i am a space, removable, but not replaceable.
o' queen of the blessed ecosystems, are you dead?
or do you just live in a city now?