Ancient wisdom
and power plants;
a dense menagerie
of amulets dangling,
cosmic hymns
tucked in drawers
no longer willing
to slide open.
The peppered moth
buries her face in ash,
dappled shadow of
industry and revolution,
ghost limbs clutching
what was left behind.
A triumph,
simplicity against
laws of evolution
or the about-face,
a geometric fear
of triangles circling
while we're too busy
standing still;
to notice
an inky black dot
crowning the 'i'
with a boot-throated
cold brass trumpet's
startling whimper,
"stand in the light..."
The day is on in front of me
and this must be enough.
Thumbs planting food
stamp extinction extending
in six perfectly straight
ley lines tying
civilization, activism
and apophenia.
Dotted path outlines
zone in parallel
rose blossoms blooming
spring across the skin;
windmill blades
splitting the sky,
an egg spilling yolk
across thirsty
throats;
sea weeping around
phlegm, sand wedges in
our throats, the depths
we choose not to dredge,
penchant for pearls.
Pews aligned,
just so,
the spilling of wine
onto a pillow, blood
for the faint
of heart, passes
around the bowl.
Spiderwebs
pulling marionette
legs onward, forward
mystery cadavers like
the never treads;
nettles strewn,
candy wrappers
around - not in
- a wastebin
labeled free,
needles pulled
through the eye
of a dehydrated
camel, and
a speech piercing
my side when
it's the nails
holding me
to this life.
Rest easy, Ian Johnstone, your legacy is writ in flowers
blooming every year in spite of our best efforts
to expose the moths of the world.
The jaywalkers are the you and the I,
past and future collapsing into the now
we never took the time to look both ways
before we stepped into knighthood.
Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where @d-pend will be hosting a daily poetry show at 6 PM GMT.
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