Populicide

Populicide

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf

I fancy a furrow
From the treads of cosmic insects:
Eight-armed and arbitrary
With ambulant egg-sacks on their underbellies
As they leer with angular eyes over Neptune-
Exoskeletons gleaming in the reflected light
Of Jupiter's 63 moons. 
The parallax of populicide shan't stunt their wings
From beating against the noxious vapors of torn ozones. 

The furrow would be much too deep for patriarchal breath
As marsh-clouds inhale magma vapor 
From the malignant worm holes 
Of this shadow-cast city.

And where are you?
I'm picking water lilies from the ether
Like gaseous fireflies
To bottle up in little hopes
Of fire.
My blistering baby steps knock the renowned yellow brick roads
From a sky scraper's edge to topple down on the boulevards
Of doom-struck day.
My fingers graze the atmosphere
And the dimensions of oblivion ripple
Like the scar tissues of heaven
Or the ancient folds of God's gray brow. 

I fancy a furrow,
Plowed deep by fallen stars
Into the apocryphal hearts of monotheistic entities
And planetary altars
For all of man to suffocate within,
Smothered by fallout
In the roach-run womb
of mother earth. 

© 2011 w2de35657u687y4324rf


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Hm, a planet run by insects. At least, that's what I got from it. Perhaps the insects are even like stars, in vast quantity and plotted all over the universe, judging by the lines with Neptune and Jupiter. Maybe they are stars, and the insect motif is merely a description of them. Or, perhaps I'm thinking too literally xD Cosmic insects are obviously a strange topic for a poem, but I like this. In just a few stanzas you manage to open the reader to an ethereal world where such creatures exist, and include their ideals and feelings to an extent. Perhaps the planet that the speaker insect is on is a post-apocalyptic earth, due the the sky-scraper falling. Again, this may be too literal on my part. This is possibly even an idea for a story.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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cosmic language opened on the side of perceptions through the quagmire of ambling through the void everydays~ stunning descriptives and your imagery in strobes is brilliant~

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Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Hm, a planet run by insects. At least, that's what I got from it. Perhaps the insects are even like stars, in vast quantity and plotted all over the universe, judging by the lines with Neptune and Jupiter. Maybe they are stars, and the insect motif is merely a description of them. Or, perhaps I'm thinking too literally xD Cosmic insects are obviously a strange topic for a poem, but I like this. In just a few stanzas you manage to open the reader to an ethereal world where such creatures exist, and include their ideals and feelings to an extent. Perhaps the planet that the speaker insect is on is a post-apocalyptic earth, due the the sky-scraper falling. Again, this may be too literal on my part. This is possibly even an idea for a story.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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