God’s shutter releases, every century, or two.
First, we see pristine forests, mountains, and rivers.
Then, we see a picture of children with fiddles and guitars,
and fat cattle and ranches with fences of neat, shiny, wire.
Next, we see a picture with old broken down trucks
and down fences, with tumble weed and black garbage bags
piling up around the open doors of abandoned houses.
Then, we see again pristine forests, mountains, and rivers.
The shutter releases, every century, or two.