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Columns
of
Heat
Peace?
Not.
Heat
Heat
Heat
White heat
Night heat
Heat
No way to stay the sun
Once perhaps
But now failure
of the final test.
Fools
Unrequested
Undulating
Heat
Melting dizziness
Humid descent
No desert winds
The desiccated equator
Death
They lied
They knew
They lied
They knew
They lied
They knew
They lied
They KNEW
The oblivious
Buying bullshit
From talking heads
Who
Quoted frauds
See what you paid for
Fools.
Paid
preyed
prayed
Earth’s last meditative
Lament
Deluded power
Destroys
Disregard
Ecological crucifixion.
What does your god say now
As his creation dies?
Fools
Fools
Fools
The
irreligious religious
Fools
If we believe you
There is no intelligence in your destructive design
It is the profane army of false religion
Yet, there they go
Blind, purposeful ants.
And ants
Inherit
The earths’ remains.
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4 Comments
‘the profane army of false religion’. Damn, this is a whole new vista of commentary on the social scene, so glad you and your unique abilities are here Stella. This has so many layers to it.thank you!
Oso… it’s a poem for the world weary. Thank you, dear friend: my words are my protest.
At first read… I see despair but now it has become a defiant mirror of warning to a weary world.
A “look what you have brought with your actions” protest of words.
I really liked this poetry, Stella.
So many layers and meanings…very thought provoking. I will be gnawing this one for awhile. Thank you for the mental exercise.