Carrion Wayward Sun
If We Study Not Tomorrow We Are Doomed to Live It
I remember it as if it only happened tomorrow
Man’s apocalyptic shame, horrific sorrow
A ticking time bomb, a clock with no hands
Shifting the dunes to crystal sharp sands
This glass of hours spilling forth
Atomic stardust for what ‘‘twas worth
Rummaging through each hour yet to be
I remember what twas I didst not see
A ball of blue and green neath wisps of white
Tomorrow went up in flames of nuclear fright
Carrion my wayward sun
There shall be pieces when you are done
Wending along this galactic rim
A shattered world reflectively dim
A millennium ago in eons to come
Exterminated creator totals negative sum
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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"Well said 👏"
Fabulous poetry ♦️♦️♦️
This piece is absolutely haunting and beautifully written. The imagery you've created—"a ball of blue and green neath wisps of white" and "a ticking time bomb, a clock with no hands"—is vivid and filled with both beauty and despair. The sense of impending doom and the deep reflection on the human condition in the face of such destruction is incredibly powerful. You’ve captured an apocalyptic vision with a sense of regret and inevitability, which makes it all the more striking. The line "There shall be pieces when you are done" really stuck with me, as it feels like an inevitable truth that echoes through time. Your ability to convey such a heavy, existential theme in a poetic and almost prophetic way is remarkable. Beautiful and haunting work!
Amazing words and amazing poem! Congratulations on your Top Story!
Yesss i love that this was recognized! Great job
I mean, the title gave me no choice but to read this. I listened to "Nuclear War" by Annie Jacobsen last year, and I am now glad I live in close proximity to a high value target (multiple, actually) and won't know the end has even begun as I'm vaporized in the opening second. That book also exposes in vivid detail just how ad hoc our nuclear command and control infrastructure really is (suppose that's what happens when you never fully intend to use it) and how quickly communication breaks down between our own leaders and *other nations* leading to yet more carnage. Because, as the book makes clear, it's not 100% clear where a warhead is going when it's launched or even once it's begun its flight path. So we end up provoking Russia into a retaliatory strike when Russia wasn't even our target because the Russians had no way to know they *weren't* the target. Frightening stuff.
Love it. I especially love the title. ⚡💙⚡
Excellent title!! Clever and very sharp work!!
I love this so much, such a perfect illustration of words having two different meanings.
A clever play on the title of one of my favourite songs!
Incredibly clever. A treat to read waiting for the next line Congratulations on top story
nice to read Love is like a variety of people. But for me, love does not mean just one person, but many people of many kinds—who sit very close to my heart.
Wow!! 🤯 A ticking time bomb, a clock with no hands Shifting the dunes to crystal sharp sands This glass of hours spilling forth Atomic stardust for what ‘‘twas worth It’s deep but brilliant 👏
Well-wrought! You had me at the clever title!
Wonderful, Andrew! Awesome <3 BTW, now the song is in my head lol
I like this line Andrew. “I remember what twas I didst not see”. Hope you are keeping well.
I came for the title (hello, Kansas), and stayed for the song!