when once walked king of atlas on the echoed voice
a journey plagued beneath the rocks of snow and vision
came unicorn with toadstool hands for wilderbeast to pamper
as the orchard fed her twisted bon voyage;
the ill contempt of persistant moon with monocle
grows glands for seas to swim with grave of rapture
gods hair of jingles mangled on a chorus of the wave
where seagulls halved as walnuts strong as falcon
flys' winters eyes into the setting of the midday thaw;
the coral winds of bison casting salt on the mad sex
snowing seed as tall as iceberg to the fossils mood
ancestors dead as doorbells on the climate of this new
evolution for the backside of the science;
how great be mammoths' footprint on our carbon?
new light through windows old as death of eden
the sculptured hands of ice on the flaming rain
bites werewolf teeth on the frozen neck of tundra
feeds afterthought to the sundial of the stem cell;
how safe our queen of earthquake as she melts our flatulence
as her guide dogs blind the screening of our cancer?
bend backwards steel of earth-bone to the core of the green-eyed tusk!
play god to the lines of laughter on the playground wall
watch the penguins poledance naked on the wool of mammoths' skull
watch the venus of the hunchback pocket flowers for the fly
how soon to match the fingerprints of gemini?
- Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2021 14:15
- Comment from author about the poem: and the mammoth will rise again and save this earth!
- Category: Nature
- Views: 34
Comments1
poignant imagery, utilised
to its utmost potency!
'what a Talent!'
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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