| |
The sun is gone
The moon rises fast.
The missiles, no longer at their sites,
scream across the darkened sky.
A child cries, woken by the flash
and is then silenced,
rent asunder by forces ugly
in their intensity.
Atoms torn apart viciously,
once human, now no longer.
Thunderous impact, devestation malign,
on the surface, dark to light.
Volume deafening. Silence absolute
Slow death awaits those who live.
Acid rain, radiation poisons land
and sea alike. No life to speak of.
Dawn came early today, society dead.
No more order, chaos is order.
Order is chaos, death to the weak.
Collapse, ruin complete and yet still.
Souvenirs of days past, life and health
now gone, no trace.
Nothing remains to carry on the business of life.
We, the dinosaurs. Our legacy.
THE LITTLE GIRL OF THE SEA
I sat alone in the study of my bach,
gazing out the window at the ocean
rolling in, kissing the shore lightly,
as one would softly embrace a lover.
I had thought myself mistaken, but no!
Barely visible against the ageless sand,
a tiny figure, draped in similar hues
of grey and black, stood waiting.
Facing firmly to the waves, expectant.
I studied the figure closely and could see
it was a young girl of no more than ten years,
her long, blond hair flying in the breeze.
Hours passed and neither moved, her nor I.
The sea grew dark, as did the sky.
A gale sprang from the south
and the waves began to thunder.
And still the girl stood watching.
It began to rain harshly, beating
upon the little one's body mercilessly.
Hair soaked and flat, she stayed.
My eyes wept from the strain of watching,
not daring to look away in case she moved.
When I thought I could look no longer,
she turned her head and looked into my world.
She smiled as a tear fell from her soft,
tender blue eyes, turned back to her home
and slowly walked into the surf.
I never saw her again,