Red Lunar Skywalker/ Overtone Peacock Moon of Radiance, Day 18

2 Ben

 

Red Lunar Skywalker

 

I am a Poet

In a soul-less Age –

 

Relentless Rage

Intolerable Image

Rise to dim the Eyes

 Of would-be Heroes –

 

I am a Poet

In a loveless Age –

Out of Time and Place –

Where manufactured Media flows

 From Factories of Mediocrity

 

We Assemble

Like Beasts at the Trough

Sensing imminent Slaughter –

Who can hear

A Poet’s Voice amid the Din?

 

Who will listen –

Who comprehend

The Depth of our Descent

So close and soon upon us?

 

The green, fecund Earth

Unspeakably dear

Howls in Desperation –

Wounded beyond Recognition

 

We are falling

Off the Horizon again –

Sailing over the Edge

On Ships of Ignorance and Fear.

 

 

©Kleomichele Leeds