Gardens of Hell

through shallow mire, coarse thread is pulled
stretched far across barren lands
until the green veil can cover the earth,
when it can watch the clouds weep
and carry men, far into the grey skyline
where they can trace circles into the dust
and mark all the world,
save the oceans that would embrace them
the dead parallel where once they dwelled
but now the earth grows within their flesh...
has but one awaken?