Comments on #one?

Question

# one

Here in these special places

the shadow of the last tree fall

across a poisoned lake

like a stiff corpse on a steely slab.

In the light of too many fading moons

a loon crawls sick across an oil slick

and slips its heavy feathered coat

over a heavy- metal slope.

I hear mourning songs,

a thick and stupid hope

from deep within

a collective throat.

A warm wind blows the dusty breath

of death across the wet lands

we hide the slime of mines

and send our tendrils deeper

to last lost lake of gold

Answer 1

"Hi!"

This is beautiful written.

The Gold is a treasured memory of beauty, which can not be taken away from the heart.

Great poem, once again.

Cheers : )

Answer 2

This is great, I read #2 first, Kudos.

Answer 3

If this ties into the first one, have we moved from the Amazon or are you talking about all?  I question the flight pattern of a loon going that far south is why I ask.    The reference to pristine lake was developed well "last lost lake of gold".  Overall, a very strong statement.