![]() NamelessA Poem by C Peril
"How fast the night falls", she says, pointing west.
As the dying sky moans. The stars, she'll caress. And she takes the happy butterfly, shimmering white, and turns it to marrow, and bone. Bright light. For the new body of new day swims on rivers to be the mammalian world coming out of the sea. And the knitted webs fasten the corps. And the engines and motors are running their course. Lungs deep in breath, collective imaginings - of a heavenly peace which no corrupt hand saddens. "How fast the night falls on this race which rests here, human and fragile and broken and dear." Look how they squabble, not knowing the moon still... lingers bitter and hissing, promising its kill. Do they not understand the garden they're in, with the green of the trees and the warmth of their kin? They dream of a truce, a pax humania, but they sharpen their knives, their rhetoric, their lies. Seeing no fulfilment, she listens to the owls who come draped in dusk, beaks of een with a most fatal lust. In pity and shame at the experiment awry, she brings back the butterfly star, for men to die. The planet sprouts new, nobody's dominion. With a wariness she hears the songs they'd sing - there's no one to sing them.
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Added on March 17, 2025 Last Updated on March 17, 2025 Author![]() C PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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