what lay underfoot by Herb Kauderer

what lay underfoot
Herb Kauderer

in the cold
of a frigid moon
in the land
of microscopic
silicate crabs

a city died
late at night
when red-lit
hunters landed

with no care
for what lay

& no awareness
of their need
for what
lay within

               Starsong #14 Dec 1990


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