Culling

Consumptive winter sun
Stares down at me
Thin ragged clouds
Barely cover the naked sky
Brown frosted grass
Crushed under my combat boots
Stinging needles of wind
Bring tears to my eyes

After the needles subside
The tears keep coming
Growling death machines
Prepare to shred the brittle earth
Gray wisps of carbon monoxide
Poison the air
I turn from the choking sun in shame
As this small haven is destroyed