Serpent Rising
A Poem
I wrote this a very long time ago. I was heartbroken about the state of the world. The never-ending wars humans waged on each other. The endless abuse unleashed on the Earth. I could not make sense of why so many seemed to be consumed with hate, desperate to destroy Earth, her sacred places, and each other.
It was published in a variety of different mediums. Then, I put it away and thought I’d never really feel the need to pull it out again.
Until now.
Serpent Rising
What pain can I offer you now? What holes can I bury you in?
I ask you to touch this, to taste this, to hold this, to feel this, to use this.
While sirens scream, the metamorphosis begins,into goggle faced mutants, torn between fear and glory.
Fighting over a sickened Earth, in the name of peace and God.
Nobles, and scholars argue over germs and deadly seeds to cast out over fields, already plagued by insanity.
Disemboweled by the trusted servants that sought only to care for the harvest.
What pain can I offer you now?
You lay sickened with death, a vile tribute to man’s genius.
His science we do indeed applaud.
We huddle together smiling as though the child who has come home in fourteen pieces was happy to do so.
There are no tears, for the glory was his.
And again I ask you….
To touch this, to taste this, to hold this, to feel this, to use this.
"Goggle faced mutants" <-- so good
Beautiful and sadly more appropriate now than ever.