Untitled Poem #11

Shattered light.

Broken rainbows.

Hollow dreams.

Built upon a landscape

grey

bitter

derelict

dry earth

cracked

parched 

for precipitation.

A single tear drop

lands upon broken head

bent 

ashamed

marooned within the barren lands.

Will blood shed

not in times of war

not in times of peace

but in times of necessity

will the land accept a sacrifice?

Docile

led by the collar

dead eyes stare without.

Not a person.

Not a child.

A non-being. 

Spoils of war

of domination 

taken as beast of burden 

about to die as such.

First stone 

brings it to its knees

shuttered eyes

glaze with…..

fire and fury.

Second stone

scores against its tiny shoulder

no more can it be contained……

Righteous rage

she stands upright

no longer a child

a woman 

staff in hand 

light haloed around

ready to battle all.

Royal in nature 

in all of life.

Roaring

her voice filled their minds

their senses

while still making these animals 

lean forward to hear her words.

‘Gaia I am.

Protector of earth

protector of animal

protector of all in need of shelter.

I am taking back my home

taking back my life

taking back the good

whilst I eliminate the bad.’

Boom

pressure in each mind

as each eye was blown open

as each fear

horror

pain had been inflicted

now returned a hundredfold.

Third eye 

blinded 

now awakened 

horror 

abject fear 

no turning from eons of pain.

History pinwheels

ice ages thaw 

apes to men

to villiages 

to the pinnacle 

ending in the giant boom

mushroom flare

ash falling

skin burning……

furrows dug 

flesh stipped from face

eyes bleeding

pierced so as not to see…..

history continues

looping

replayig

always the same outcome.

‘This is the last time.

No more will I be content

to let you destroy my lands

my oceans

my earth.’

Wailing 

on their knees

to grovel

to plead

for forgiveness

for leniency.

Glaring down

intricate dance 

love

hate

redemption.

Turning 

walking away

a path forming at her feet.

Behind 

swathe of green

startling against the brown dust.

Time will tell

history will show

mankind cannot be trusted.

Each time

the world comes to end

on the fallacy

of infant men.

 

December 17/18

Photo by Simon Matzinger on Unsplash