"Common," A Poetry Post

Our world is expert at
deflowering its virgins.

At breaking through
ancient, pristine ice caps
in pursuit of
crude oils.

At leveling mountains
to establish bastard cities.

At stripping away forests
for traveling convenience.

At pouring poisons into the
purest oceans in our universe.

We are so good at
turning the perfect
common
that we will soon have no
perfections
in common
at all.

-T. D. James-Moss