The earth's scorched belly lays wounded
Beneath the rusted black horsemen of yesterday
There was a time when black crude gushed pounding
Its way through miles of pipeline that gave way
Now only silence hovers the land like a whisper
never reaching the ear and dirt covers its chest
To hush the movements the iron horse jesture
And rumblings of raging gushers put to rest
They can not awake and forge fire's fear
For all is given and only empty memories remain
But proud they stand afar and near
And quietly they left as loudly they came.
........west Texas oil fields...RM
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