eco logical

Robber barons and giantesses
scanning the horizon for fortresses,
treasures rest in circumspect circumstances
amid the horses prancing in the fields.

Betrayed illusions and dim confusion
- who would refuse to see what is there?
But a life lived in the wasteland
leaves a mind with only imagination
and fading awareness of the scarceness.

Peasants trawl their fields as the sharks circle
watching those who walk the plank
(and everyone will at some point);
hoisting plows and scouting for pirates on horseback,
motorized or otherwise,
only to discover deep in the ocean
the pearls that are coughed up
when the earth is full.