Spiral Staircase

by

On the pin-point of why we're here,

The universe's treasured secret,

The visionaries of divinity prepare

A paradise beyond the lighted tunnel,

Full of stars, homesick angels climb

The spiral staircase to the truth;

A cauldron brewing on a planet

With no place else to go;

Cities that look like giant
Mushrooms,

Atomic spores will spill

into the abyss of prophecy;

Or the sun will abort the galaxy,

A gust in August's inferno,

And our daily bread is toast;

Drastic weather-patterns plague,

Swelling much of the sea;

Currents beneath sucking in

The Breath of the Gods'

Masterpieces Of Mortality,

as hungry waves swallow

wasted lives and flush away down

bottomless wells, past the last chance

...lost to hell

For now smog lays claim to the day

unable to fresh its ring of haze

that has become Earth's aura,

keeping environmentalists pleading,

in sorrow and vain, overwhelmed

by the unrecognizable

face of tomorrow.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Wings of Spring
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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