Pretty Pictures Poem by ktarcus ...

Pretty pictures.




Rainbow painted warrior,
adrift on a sea of toxic waste,
shall one ever know what lies beneath the surface.


Could it be the sins of the fathers,
come back to haunt us all,
or perhaps the realisation that all is not well within the natural world in which we live.


Overhead clouds of acid stripping the very lifeblood of the planet pause for a moment to examine the damage they cause whilst secretly admiring the efforts of the warrior.

Still they pour out their bile towards the ground.

Perhaps the answer lies yet deeper than the feat of a mere mortal,
only given at the end of our time,
a time which draws ever nearer with each belch of power driven exhaustion.

Yet think yea not of these things,
whilst all the while we have pretty pictures to amuse.