This campus used to be a swamp.
Now it's 90 degrees and made of baked sand.
I imagine the way it used to be,
full of froggies and fish and mud festering life.
Then I imagine The Conquerors standing over the drained lands,
gazing out at what's theirs --
feet apart and hands on hips with a shit eating smile on their faces.
And I imagine the little fish lying on their sides
flapping at first,
then without the energy.
Their huge round eyes staring up at the sky,
mouths opening in choking gasps,
begging for mercy.
And the men are so proud of what they've done.