Messengers

Flitting underneath summer haze,

The starburst impact had a black hole

Effect as the sun-dried tomahawk

Smacked through your head.

As the crowd gathered on the beach,

They were sucked in or you poured out

Rivers of dark biblical proportions,

Teeming with stored knowledge flung forward 

By caged dreams wading through the nonsense.

We cascaded down your innermost

Hideaways left vacant by your lighter

Side that now rampaged loose over

Sand castle kingdoms somewhere too mundane

For our vehement eyes ready

To gawk at your darkest secrets

That, we discovered, carried

The sickly sheen of a buttered

Mirror conceding a blurred reflection

Thick enough to crack our frenzy

And wash us onto the beach sun-scorched,

Chided. I was forced to contemplate

Your dolphins wandering in the sky,

Sent to save our world.