It looks like dinnertime
bring the rot we rolled
out in the barrel
(roll out the barrel..)
The earth was so leached
it screamed for ashes
rolling with fire
and rumbling with flooded skies
Bodies laid out in number
counted as the price for ignorance
beyond grasping life further
they fly now freely ungrounded
The sky orange enough
to eat the fade
feast your eyes
this isn't yet finished
They say the outcome is unknown
the living not having met death
eye to eye just yet
the ancestors may well watch us
Dimensions gambling for a parade spot win
throwing the dice of bone
into the helix of creation
spreading starry legs wide
Focus time grasshoppers
don't raise the bar
bomb the prison instead
unleash the centuries
Pull them all deeply into your eyes
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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