Sinkholes and Rockets

Sinkholes and Rockets

These sinkholes and rockets,
     dent my disturbed ground.
Leave less land to wander,
     puts peace into impound.

Ricocheting and reckless,
     Battered, with no breath.
Fiery fuel all exhausted,
    descent, not much death.

Found no guide for above,
     misplaced a map from below.
Always travel with one bag,
     buried and bound not to grow.

EaS