poetjohncompton Posted January 14, 2020 Share Posted January 14, 2020 the now& silence sweeps the nationas we wait for her to walk onto the balconyto speak.the mechanical heartticks in the back of my earreminding me of secondsthat shutteredthe ground. an uneasy:we follow the righteous lady.she rose from the dust & ash & collusionto bring the next light of peace & holyuniting life. our paradise crumbles. ruins,we told were gold, & the everlasting city:a slum. our patience becomes a second flawed apocalypse: the sixth horseman. * the during war world three whispered in the distance, coming in dreams & nightmares & realitiesyet no one recognized the reverberationsuntil the fourth horsemanrode in, hooves quaking the earth,& with a slight of hand brought annihilation. the flash came as a blinding sun, & time seemed to pause…ensuing chaos. we began again, picking up our bodies, in a desolate & raw form -you could smell the destruction,death, terror & newness.the bellows of smoke brought comfort.it carried breath that burned -our lungs were still functioning.it meant we were alive.& in living we knewthat death was also flourishing. the screams were like sirenswailing in a thick fog - beware, stay away, don’t come. * the after we call ourselves the chosen.the last standing in a blemished world. aliens, when yesterday we were human. today, in the dawn of a new generation, we guise at ourselves as foreign objects. * the now her words, crisp & tender -delicate like honey dewthough encased, penetratinglike ammunition: handle your thoughtswith love & anxiety. she clasps her hands together,turns & there are never any questions. big ben hovers like a broken fingerpointing to god, half pleading -seconds have no relevance but the heartstill prays. tick tock tick tock…i can overhear the melancholyfrom the faceless mouth. * the afterbodies melted in a concrete gardenlike gnomes - erratically placed. the structures are wintering trees,naked in their own revelation.dark crevices split the walls open. eyes liquefied from socketslike broken yokes. a silence reaps the situationtrying to discover realization in stationary deaf & mute faces. * the before seven billion people on production -never a cut & edit.no retakes. going through existenceon autopilot, we never realized:the conquest, the war& the famine.we perceive only black & white,good versus evil.* the during the way the earth moved beneath -you could hear the housesbow down. than the world was drowned in a gulf of white.neither hot nor cold, thoughit had an understanding of who: to take, to incinerated, to burn alive,to leave untouched. though there was never the answered why… * the after the odor of carcasses lingered& for months skulls split openlike coconuts the milk from brains leakedinto faces, thick & slimy.homes became tombs,cities developed into cemeteries. streets converted to crematoriums. we heaved, & dry-heaved,& vomited & ate what foodwas regurgitated:waste was a plague, starvation just a symptom. human’s became trees, hard & coagulated, then converted into soppy rot -they became shock & awe,then a museum. * the in-between courage grew in their heartsas she knelt& breathed into the nostrilsof timid & frightened. their backs erectedseeing visions of utopia.they wanted so much morethen their lost & confusion. her revelation became the new faith. Quote https://www.facebook.com/poetjohncompton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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