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The Day The Carousel Stopped

On a gray, sunless day,
an oppressing day,
hot, wet air drips from motionless
trees, ground animals scratch deeper
into the earth seeking survival in cool soil,
the dour sky, empty of birds and flying creatures,
languishes in lethargy.  A sullen day.
An apocalyptic day.

Everything struggles for breath.
Once bright colors are mere shadows of their
former vitality.  Behold, an eerie foretelling of
earth's last gasp when the residue of life will be
a mound of ashes and
a memory.

A day of arrogant absurdity.
Elysian fields forsaken,
marrow sucked from the bones of the earth.
Wasted wonder.
We, carnivores of consumption,
devour ourselves one deceit at a
time until the plate is clean and the
cupboard is bare.

Neither promises, nor prayers,
no political posturing
can rewind the tape.
We suffer from stage four
self delusion, casual conceit.
On a gray, sunless day,
a sullen day,
the carousel stopped and
all the horses stood still.

Comments2

  • MendedFences27

    My first visit here. I kind of like this poem. Assuming it about the day the earth stands still, the apocalypse, the end of the world. I like the comparison to a carousel. Also the implication that it was a self- destructive event, that Man is in some way responsible, that Man's own self-interest brought this to happen, makes the whole poem a wake-up call. Also enjoyed the colorful language you employed to paint the dismal outcome. All in all a very interesting and readable poem. - Phil A.

  • L. B. Mek

    deep, deep insight to the fallible aspects within humankind,
    some thought provoking and well thought-out gems:
    ' We, carnivores of consumption,
    devour ourselves one deceit at a
    time until the plate is clean and the
    cupboard is bare.'



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