Saturday, December 10, 2005


This is what happens when the oceans invade
When the sky collapses and the stars implode
And the stratosphere feeds off our fallibility
Then the elements shift and the ice, warmed,

Turns to water and flows down the mountains
Engulfing us all in colourless water
The trees, the grasses, are burnt, blistered
We remain calm, we remain in hiding

Our thoughts, our ideas advance,
Limbless and laughing. There is no sound
Apart from the shrill utterances of grey birds
Hovering over polluted and muddied seas

Flying low and our crusaders cling to their wings
They migrate and we stagnate, we reverse
We recoil from the only thing we cannot slay
The malevolent proprietor of this dark universe


Post a Comment

<< Home