Let the End begin

Let the End Begin

 

Crawl through my busted window

into a verdant August sunbeam.

Rest your crumbled lumbar on a field

of kneading jointless fingers.

Absorb the misty songs of dewdrops.

Rejuvenate your collapsed veins.

Bloom again; like firework laughter

against a naked purple sky.

 

Wipe teargas from your raisin eyes,

release subdural shrapnel onto gentle cool

winds: a dandelion exhale of ache.

 

Trade explosive hatred for children’s laughter,

happy dog barks and cricket-fiddled choruses.

 

Spit the b*****d hot sands from your tired mouth.

 

Drop eyelid curtains and dream

away the waking nightmare.

 

The war will always be a war.

But, here, we will always be at peace.

 

If the skyline should give birth to burning hailstones,

we will simply become fire,

and refuse to retract our flames

until all weapons are thrown into the sea of stars

and left to float like metal fish

in an airless Heaven.

 

We’ll never touch their makeshift Hell again.

 

Now, come,

and we’ll smoke hand-rolled enlightenment

and catch falling celestial giggles on our tongues.

We’ve earned every precious syllable of an eternal

Pax Americana.

 

Let

      the

            End

begin!

Reviews

[Tommy]

Amen brother! You got me thinking; Man made weapons, and when he didn’t have bullets to shoot, he threw rocks! I think it’s the words that hurt the most, and if we could through ideology into space, the world would be a safer place…

Great Write S.K.!
RLG,
Tommy

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

I love the hope that runs though this under all the imagery. Beautiful.

[Kenneth The Poet]

For being an uglier version of me, Kisser, you have a way with positive material. This is a great, hopeful work and I mean that.