Apocalyptically Yours
When long necked cranes puncture the sky
feathers flutter and fall from its’ bladed arm
and below an overworked washing machine whirls
growling gravel in a bucket; belching.
The monsters are busy today.
In response to the carnage trees uproot and walk away
and desolate rainforests weep in despair
for their embryonic brothers
encapsulated in concrete; suffocating.
The monsters are busy again today.
Hidden in an earth layered bunker
a lava heart lies waiting for the moment
that the cockroaches set fire to my flesh.
And after acid rain baptises my grey remains,
their steel shelled cousins will return; creeping
like armoured tanks to predate on putrid flesh.
The monsters will be busy that day; retreating.
I love the title of this and although some may say I’m a bit obsessed with the apocalypse, to me it would be a chance for nature to fight back.
Obsessed Shelia? Not at all. Our world is slowly dieing and if it ends it will be down to humanity’s greed, and you are right, just maybe, nature will be able to fight back.
Have you read Earth Abides? I think that’s when I became obsessed. It’s a great book.
Thanks for the tip Sheila.
I also believe the earth will take care of itself, one way or the other. Too dark to talk about much. But I like your poem, Talia.