Treasure Island

Lento Maez


Apocalypse


Changing time, cool days, hot nights
Birds in flight, smoke blowing from
Cancerous lips, bloated bellies, glazed eyes
Who sees the seas where plankton is mined
Because of depleted soybeans.

Changing times, gray skies, rainless prairies
Parched wheat, meatless plates, cataracted
Eyes don’t see ships at sea carrying surplus
Overseas.

Changing times, child cries, hunger prevails
Throughout the land. Man has reached the
Stars at the expense of the earth scars,
Life support systems don’t exist.

Changing times, grandparent dies, wisdom
Falls on mutant ears, electrified brain
Mummified by screams of falling bombs.

Changing times, gods die, primates screech.
Men forms beseech an entity unseen.

Changing times, man dies, insects eat,
Hellish storms, earth is cleansed, we’re
At the fore, genesis once more.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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  • Miroslava Odalovic (9/3/2013 2:30:00 PM)

    'tis an excellent poem, to humans the catastrophic side of apocalypse has always been more intriguing than genesis itself. (Report) Reply

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