Post by MichaelFirewalker on Mar 7, 2008 18:16:52 GMT -5
all the sick horses come running on purple
purple their teeth
purple the grass
now sadly bequeathed
to these broken down hills
where the faerie dance wreathed
marshey low lands of the bluebottle fly
in their futile attempts to protect us
and teach us their fabulous ways
of green peace and clean life
but we lusted for designer poisons
colorful warfare and profit-based strife
then we rode until crazy erased us
in irreversible chemico-nuclear highs
are we too far gone to return from inside
this unroyally oily miasma we daily create
under our asthmatic amethyst sky
find us today firmly astride
thin-ribbed cachectic emaciates
painfully purpled initiates who hopelessly run
from the one who comes casually galloping by
inside putrid rays from the deep purple sun
Earth’s females gather his hell down inside
their rapidly sterilizing feminine pies
where it kills what is left
of the ruby red blood
once held in warm wombs for the babies
it kills all we know
and all we ever have loved
and will continue to kill until we decide
how and why
we few who are still left alive
should try
to fight all that venomous hate
though it’s nearly too late
have we waited too long
to discover the white feathered wings
hidden beneath the deep purple stain
of our trans global greed and pain
do we have enough time left for sane
can we lift these broad wings and fly
FOOTNOTE:
In this poem, the color purple
represents air pollution.