between the sea and the deep blue devil
by Tom Goss
Spray painted heart, the glossy black you coat yourself with
paints over every bloated human corpse and newborn baby with
paint always so intolerably wet, yet human hope bleeds
through in even the most impossible of situations.
Existential soul scribbling comes from the sick ink inside,
yet the inertia of every face thrusts these hungry bodies ever forward
as humanity retains the brilliantly indelible contradiction
of our brains, which urge us to love and nurture
while always gripping the harsh Reptilian Mind that snaps out
a discordant rhythm and ravages throughout our selfish genes
when set on fire by lies and fear. When set afire by lies and fear
we simply are not equipped to deal with the hellish blooming
of our population which gorges on finite resources just as
we hit the decline of the age of oil, and the dying of our mother earth.
When our economies, built on the imaginary idea of permanent growth,
implode, will there be more plastic in the seas than plankton?
Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>
Posted on 09/28/2005
Copyright © 2023 Tom Goss
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/28/05 at 06:44 PM|
Tom, the bottom line of the whole poem is in S4 - the contradictions of holding out hope and the destruction and desecration that destroys the hope. Yes, words to ponder and actions that need taking. But will humanity?