The Land Poem by Fiona Burgess

In the light of a dying dawn
The people showed their true selves
Casting shadows on the end of time
The dim sun seethed
By the glow of a blood soaked moon
The people of this land did rejoice
In an ecstacy of passion and pride
So the people gave voice thier cries
Beneath a canvas of weeping stars
The people fell silent, and waiting
They sighed in relief, as one by one
Their tired and decaying bodies fell to rest
Like dominoes in the end
And one by one the stars vanished
The moon shut down her lights
The seething sun slid away
And the land plunged into darkness eternal
Still through the tarmac black
A vast presence lay raging
Though not a whisper of breath to be heard
No breeze to stir
No stream to tinkle
No ocean to roar
Not even the land gave voice
And the people lay still
Though their souls yet lingered
Afraid to disturb the impenetrable silence
That presence engulfed the land
Though time had stopped
It's soul a gaping blackened wound
It's mind ensnared by insanity
It's heart lying dead in a body
That would never draw breath.