The Pale Horse

Satanic hellfires burn the land

Nordic Gods throw oceans of fury

over islands of man

and Mother Nature erupts from

within

and the very crust shivers and trembles

 and shakes, cold to the core

and the famine and blight

eating us all

The sky cries Nimbus tears

into already flooded waters

and another species dies, is gone

the puppets of power

are drenched in madness and money

and war and war and war and

war and war and more f*****g war

so many wars we become numb to 

peace and harmony

no-one is safe from the pandemic

of hatred and violence of any side

Fear

Fear has become our new lover

we immerse ourselves in it's

fragrant effluent smile

the Lifeblood is slowly ebbing away

like the last dying tide

and the last dying breath

is how many breaths away

Reviews

[Eilis]

As long as it’s not four horsemen yet, maybe we’ve still got a little hope. Fear does seem to be the buffet of choice, available on every street corner and in every private space. It’s difficult to escape its presence when everything points to the need to hover over the future like a pack of vultures.

Death for dinner, death for dinner. And we are the primary consumers. But, it’s not by choice, necessarily, it’s just we don’t know what else to do.

The world woven as it is now is so complex that there doesn’t seem to be any way of unraveling even the smallest thing to make a difference. We aren’t the creators of the messes, we’ve just been trying to live, and while we weren’t looking. Or maybe we were looking but just not understanding. I don’t know.

What I like about this is that it is very like a poet’s account of the nightly news. I see the wildfires and the climate crisis. The looming threat of a great war thanks to my country. And just the sense of powerlessness that accompanied the digestion of so many crises at once.

My girl was having nightmares about the future. So, we started trying to find workable things we could do that would have a positive impact. The best thing we found was working the earth and letting it heal itself as it can. So we’re growing food and trees and trying to get others to do the same. I read something where they said planting trees and other plants was one of the most effective ways to combat climate change. So, that gives me a little hope. It’s something I can accomplish with my own hands.

I don’t know. It’s a tough time to be alive, but also, there are a lot of tools that we have. We’re fighting against a troop of giants, but we have our slings and stones, I suppose.

Your poem is a visceral-visual tour of the thing, Gram. What comes next is left to the future. The pale horse could maybe use a little genuine care and concern. Here’s to hoping we can do something.

[gram linski]

Thanks again, Eilis, aye, we seem to be reaching the point of no return very quickly, the only light on the horizon is a smoky burning smog, but fear not because after we are all gone the planet will continue in it's elliptic wandering,

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

“Fear has become our new lover”
Love this line and the feelings conveyed. A great read for me.

[gram linski]

Thanks Dhara, glad you enjoyed, seems to be a downward spiral with no off button,

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem highlights for me the issues of the past week. It is no longer one country picking a fight with another, we are all sucked into it. We all feel the fear of a cauldron at boiling point about to spill over. If that's not bad enough, we look at Australia burning, areas in other parts of the world completely flooded, dead people, dead animals. Our planet is a living nightmare filled with violence and hatred. How much longer before it all implodes? Happy New year gram. Welcome to 2020.

Chris

[gram linski]

Happy New Year, Chris, aye a lovely human message for the new decade, lol, hope you are well, things are definitely starting to unwind, thanks for reading always enjoy your input

[Mr 2five]

Fear has become our new lover

we immerse ourselves in it's

fragrant effluent smile
(Fear!)

Our world is really sick!
Your poem touches most of the angles

[gram linski]

thanks man, aye it's a fairly fucked situation we find ourselves in