5 Caban
Red Overtone Earth
I am a Poet
In a soul-less Age
Relentless Rage
Intolerable Images
Dim the Eyes of
Would-be Heroes
I am a Poet
In a loveless Age –
Out of Time
Out of Place
Where manufactured Media
flows
From Factories of Mediocrity
We Assemble
Like Beasts at the
Trough
Awaiting imminent
Slaughter
Who can heed
A Poet’s Voice amid
the Din?
Who will listen –
Who comprehend?
The Depth of our
Descent
So soon and close
upon us?
The green, fecund
Earth
Unspeakably dear
Howls and shakes in
Desperation
Wounded beyond
Recognition
We are falling
Off the Horizon again
–
Sailing over the
Edge
On Ships of Cruelty
and Ignorance.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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