Evacuated Utopia

Evacuated Utopia

A Poem by Scott Lee

Evacuated Utopia

 

Ravens launch in sun and rain
They come squawking down
Fingernails to blackboard
Black razors with wings passing careless through a rainbow.

Mean thunder wakes the children
Their faces burn for mom or dad.

Curtains of rain cleaning up the distance
Ratty man walking with staff down the street
No shirt, wild desert eyes,
Wilderness his house
Rasputin his stalking shadow.

Fiery, white sky-lances zig-zag down
Striking close to home
Ratty man doesn't even flinch
He scratches his beard
Maybe he thinks of 7 wars he's been through.

Fire on the mountain,
Lambent but getting stronger.

(Who knows the colors of your interior?)

Ratty man with desert, ravaged eyes
Praying to ravaged by a raptor and taken back
To raspberry dreams of heaven.

One ray of immaculate light
Most times overlooked lies lurking alone in the heart
Begging to be heard or seen
Like a child seeking home who's lost in forest thunder.

(Who paints the colors to your interior?)

Ratty man with a ten thousand mile stare
Built for timber, fire, and pain
Raking up 7 wars with a granite heart and a ground zero grumble.

His past is gun metal on his tongue,
Serving no law but his own
Sharp eyes wear miles on an endless highway-
Searching..........searching.......searching.....

For one ray of immaculate light he used to know before utopia was evacuated and lost.

He walks under a deserted bridge
A black razor with torn wings
Passing restless through a rainbow.

(What burns inside your interior?)

© 2014 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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