The Planet of The Dead Poem by Little Eagle McGowan

O Great Spirit do you hear me…
In my emptiness and fear
The life within my dyin' dreams
Is now one solitary tear…

Each breath that I am stealing
From a heart sinkin' slow
The air of hope just not revealing
The way my feet can go…

My spirit fights in its intoxication
With a world fillin' my soul
Evil in its mediocre personification
Tightens its shallow hold…

Ugliness overflowing in profusion
Light turns its face away
And night prevailing in confusion
Comes to take its place.

And anger doesn't understand... vision
Strength, a tyrant's demand
Vulnerability seems lost in attrition
Love, a shadow of a man…

Now the wise ask for a solace
Long dead and in the grave
Whilst fools now on the rampage
Mark the last of all our days.

The sidewalks scream out questions
To the ears of garbage cans
For mankind in regressive evolution
Have only answers and plans.

The mystery mistaken for magic
Joy...immersed in the flesh
The spiritual imperviously tragic
Tomorrow, yesterday's regret.

And as I search the universal museum
Living artifacts I dread...
Dressrehearsing for their own requiem
In the planet of the dead…