How to Grow a PlanetA Poem by charlieinspired by a movie of the same name
Before the spurred skin of Grendel came, ‘his brutal blood caked claw’; before the drifting murderer, Cain… what forces raw gathered in the belly of monstrous Time, and aimed up for softer fires… A giant’s swell of dirt and rain and sun and oh! that nasty carbon: Has there yet been a splendid monster more than you, oh mighty, damned Sequoia?
Without a sound or painful cry, was there unnatural birth? Of ozone given to the sky, as blue was given the ocean More wide than any land...
What mad assembly of prowling bones wove terror in the night and raged for hellish ruin? Instead you dared to venture forth another gnarly beast, to take some gentle kind of breath and crown the meek spectacular!: it were no burly bear competing - whose strength and muscle rippled into men’s stories and children’s ware: it were no whaler conquering wild seas or deep-down fearsome creatures shivering the waves…
1/8th an inch of seed and a giants swell of dirt and rain and sun and oh, that nasty carbon - holy mother of a tree! Sequoia - you colossus: without a sound or painful cry, the first Atlas of the sky shouldering the ages, walling off the knifing winds - you enormous thing! But holy mother of a tree: can you withstand the warring cross-cut gone berserk at your knees?
© 2015 charlieAuthor's Note
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