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Isn't It Wonderful?

by V. Blake

Somewhere a bat spreads its wings
Spanning out over a wasteland
Scorched earth–home only to drifting souls
Infected with things that have no names
And no cures
Almost all is motionless–but for the sway
Of certain shadows cast in the starlight
Those of clouds, or of dead trees in the wind
Or of faith crumbling as it succumbs to our disease
All these mark the earth like calligraphy
Symbols drawn in shades of gray
Telling stories to deaf ears
Written for blind eyes
Justifying fears for all who realize
That God Himself didn’t see this coming

Somewhere the reaper swings his scythe
And another dream dies
Decay sets in before it even touches the ground
It is absolute, it is infinite
And it is beautiful compared to the darkness
A wanderer picks it up to clothe himself
And though it offers him no warmth
He is not disappointed
But then, disappointment would make him human
And it’s difficult to sink so low
The traveler looks on at a waning day
Standing crooked on a wicked way
A contrast in this blank display
Of nothingness built upon nothingness

Somewhere an angel falls from the sky
And crumbles to dust with the world around her
And all the watchers can’t help but wonder
If they’d see nothing if they weren’t blind
And maybe–just maybe
If they could look upon the lines
Between their gods and their demons
They could stop them from blurring
But before the thought could become a hope
They, too, crumble.
And for a moment, their ashes endure:
Monuments to the wasteland upon which they rest
And to that which consumed them
But before anyone could admire their beauty
They are dispersed in a merciless gale
Distributing them to the farthest corners of emptiness.

07/04/2009

Posted on 07/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/05/09 at 07:50 PM

Just the other day, I caught the bat, the reaper and the angel sharing a cup of java-java. They said to pass on their regards for the portrait you've painted here, reminding us that it's all in the balance of the universe.

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