Static

Ex nihilo

 

 

They stand and chew and stare.

They forget summer with devil eyes.

 

I tread their corral crap with care.

This is why the Duke invented the boot.

This is why sheep can count on themselves to stay asleep.

 

Even the misery of crows is soaked.

 

Somewhere near, they shoot at sound.

 

Reflections wither into puddles

In sky pelted with air.

 

Summer’s last is now fungi pulp.

This may just be a man-shaped memory

Of how things were.

This thing, most remember.

 

Only water cannot bear revolution’s scars.

Even after the flood, leaves kneel

Before the weight of rain.

 

I send Caravaggio into the sky.

 

There is the ongoing sickness of human

Import and export above.

Down here, even the quill of the heart is drenched.

 

Now, wet roofs hoard the still.

 

How is an aged tree so lovely

And yet a glance so skilled with mould?

 

Sheep only stare until the questions end.

They are as still as electricity.

 

(C) N J Green

  • Author: Ex nihilo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2016 04:39
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  • Augustus

    Not sure what to make of this. What comes to mind is some sit and stare uninvolved, unaware as the world either deteriorates or there is some revolution on a grand scale. Thanks for the nicely crafted thought provoking write.

    • Ex nihilo

      Thanks very much for your thoughts.



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