The element I chose was earth. In the process of creating this poem, I was especially focused on the tonal aspect, consonants and sounds in repetition. Earth as an element has always spoken to me.
“Grande Hazana! Con muertos!” Goya
I am frightened to see the world as it is.
The terrain has been picked, excavated and burned.
The last tree stands, decrepit, delicate, insubstantial.
It takes a doleful drag of the befouled, diluted air…
And in a dismal dialect his leaves wistfully whispered
A blessing to the beings who, in fear,
timidity, and trepidation–