Concrete Apocalypse
Do you remember when the birds they
used to serenade the sunrise
as it danced over the hills that
echoed life in all directions?
And the flowers swayed in harmony
with smiles on their faces
as the wind picked up their seeds and
waltzed with them so beautifully
that the clouds they shed a tear
and raindrops fell upon the hillside,
shining golden in the sunlight
as the birds frolicked in the puddles
while the flowers drank in ecstasy
sweet nectar from the heavens.
Then together they constructed
awesome bridges known as rainbows
to transport their elation
from the hilltops to the seaside
where the crabs would lift it off the
scorching sand and scuttle to the ocean:
aquamarine and so inviting.
Where the fish would dance in grids
- without a fin in dissonance -
unity beneath the waves
who rolled over for their comrades
to share with them the sunlight
that was the conquest of the dolphins
as they soared above the whitecaps
eyes alit with passion;
-if only they could touch it -
Oh! If only they could touch it!
And they licked the salty air until
the sunset gently curtseyed
and slipped away behind the curtain
that softly wrapped the hills in dreaming
under the stars, galactic guardians
of all below that’s beautiful.
But the very brightest irises
couldn't stop the walls of concrete
erected on the hilltops
by giant, swarming ants with
warmer blood but colder hearts;
two-legged in their arrogance
lustful fire in their eyes.
Giant nets shadowed the ocean
rapacious in the fibres
that ensnared the tongues of dolphins
never to taste the air again,
and severed fish's lines
all to inject them with a panic
at the chaos that ensued.
Dawn arrived to screaming
of the crabs writhing in pain
eyes, affixed magenta
in a pot of scalding liquid.
And their cries drowned out the birds
who likewise screeched in horror
as they were chased by sights of rifles
and swallowed pills of lead
before the smoke shrivelled their lungs.
And the clouds they wept in sorrow
and the wind it threshed in vain
as lightning scarred the cyan
and thunder bellowed with dissent.
Raindrops fell like pebbles
and cognated with the crimson
in lethal tidal waves that
rose up so maliciously,
casting shadows on the flowers
as they wilt from dread and darkness
drowned to death in tears and blood.
And explosions maimed the hillsides
as they trembled in their agony
and from reverberating feet
as the men threw down their landmines
with malignant laughter never
heard before upon this soil.
The sun it took a glimpse to
find the heinous, rhythmic laughter
that rang between the hilltops
that echoed death in all directions
where stood the men who made it so
with smiles on their faces.
And the sun it turned away
and made a dash for the horizon
where it hoped it could find refuge
from suicidal dreaming.
But its desperate flee is futile
for the creatures will pursue
until their hunger is fulfilled.
But their vile gut is bottomless
and their thirst for blood insatiable
and wherever it is there to be spilt
the human race will come.
