Every last highway narrowed to road diminished to ruts reduced to trail
eroded to footsteps and ended, choked by weeds, in all directions. Every last one.
Status Quo has led to dire starvation, protected behind walls.
With no options the city is dumbfounded in famine.
But Nature concentrates disconnected genius and ungrounded creativity in a few souls,
So unique they don't fit in, isolated by their own perceptions.
Society cruelly throws them out to suffer alone the cold wilds,
into the throng of ravenous wolves. Just as Nature intended.
Few of the outcasts survive, and fewer of those resourceful souls live to tell, or care to return.
The town warily welcomes them home, but celebrate the path that was forged to a new harvest.