Shadow Suffocation
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Today’s UN Intergovernmental Panel report on Climate Change posits a scientific universal agreement suggesting sun’s future inability to cast shadows and for coastal lands and cities to even exist come the end of our century is a cataclysmic disaster without immediate action. (Image by zo.utexas.edu)
Monday, March 31, 2014
Shadow Suffocation
by Odin Roark
Archaic dirt rises
Elastic creatures we
Bending to the zone
Thinking we can dodge
Destruction to come
Where once clear water flowed
A forged overhead weapon lay dormant
Wanting its time to be the all
Knowing it is the last war waiting to be
Tomorrow the gathering gray sun of before time
Will once more remind us
Pollution has become the inexorable warrior never known
Now awaiting but for the moment
As icecaps calve into the sea
While droughts create arid clay
A terminus jigsaw landscape looms
Awaiting climate’s neglect galloping forward
A tempest of blinding ignorance and greed
About to become Earth’s epitaph
Black is the white that once was
Conceding procreation’s color
As fading to the abyss
Replaced by humanity’s induced stillbirth
Shadow suffocation
About to become Earth’s epitaph
And still, so many refuse to believe, or could care less, that we human beings truly are Earth's Plague.
budd
Where once clear water flowed. As icecaps calve into the sea.
As fading to the abyss. Well written.
Lady Mary Ann
ignorance and greed mock them all.
tragedy is most people don't give a tuppenny toss
and will go blithely on their merry destructive way
and worse, most governments won't amend anything
but you are right Odin, to put this issue in the public domain.
btw, Japan may stop barbaric whale killing soon...but for how long?
best to you, My Friend,
john
In the meantime, other galaxies do and will continue to exist, and they have their own suns. The universe is too large for us to understand. Where does it begin? And where does it end? I mean it's got to have a point of beginning, and a point of ending, but where it is no one can find that out yet. We are only specs of dust in this vastness of the universe.
Sandie
We have spent the last 200 years in rapidly changing economic cycles of feast and famine, punctuated by many unnecessary wars, all fueled by fossil fuels until we believe that it's our birthright to waste and use way beyond our means. As the report and your poem suggests, it may be already too late to act right.
Ron