This reminds me of times I used to stand
the greyish hue of the sky.
I would contemplate the way my arms,
my shoulders, my back….
my face, my knees, my toes, my thighs –
were charged with a silvery mist …
I would catch pearls into my hand,
letting them slide off and onto whatever,
look up at the sky
and let the clouds hug my cold…
But this time…
I am faced with a Mono-World –
A world of perpetual sadness.
A world slack of meaning.
This is Mother Nature’s Filicide.
Or is this just a black-listed sacrifice –
Of my own human race?
Washed over with the colour Plastic,
Cremated by TVs
that’ll do the trick.
Hide the poison in their cupboards!
Hush – don’t make a sound.
Mother Nature may be watching –
LETS’S PUT SOIL IN HER GROUND!
Hahah – that’s good, I like that, that’s grand –
We’ll dig up her babies,
And mutate them to sludge.
That’s how I imagine it happened,
In the boardroom I mean,
Or some sort of lab…
Some place I’ve never seen.
Yes, It’s a Mono-World,
An unsightly thing,
I pray for my pearls,
And cry, for no-thing.