Post by robertdavidson on Sept 19, 2008 17:15:07 GMT -5
DEATH OF A BROKEN PLANET
By ROBERT DAVIDSON
Often it seems like I have betrayed my world
like a rough lover, mauling
bruising his woman in the dark -
leaving marks upon her skin
In my bomb shelter - I perch on the very edge
as greenhouse gases befoul the air
and choke me like traffic fumes.
I watch my planet burn out
like the woman I once raped and left to rot
Along my streets the newsboys cry
the old burnt-out world is dead - a stillborn babe
as sick cities fall like crumbling Babylons
My own stumblings are on stony ground
as my planet withers - becomes a barren moonscape
with detonations inevitable as fallout.
Fear crawls like a lizard on my skin
while mushroom clouds maul her torn-apart face
Oh yes, I buried the waste, that
one day will poison my child.
The broken body of my world
lies prostrate like my wife when beaten by her husband -
Such was the surrender I wanted
But she will not be mine to rob and rape again
for my broken planet dies - Guernica, Hiroshima, Chernobyl
Her womb becomes my tomb.
Copyright 2008 robertdavidson
