Same view, different perspective,

constant grass growing under my feet

but now enriched by worms, squelching

through my toes, lazing by the ladybirds

gorging on the unseen insects

and microscopic larva, unchanged,

I may have found new lenses for my eyes,

however, I still witness the same horror

every night and see the devastation

you ring out every day, and still the grass grows,

comfortably, under my feet, tickling

the backs of my knees.

Ian D. Hall 2018