lnsurrection

On a cold, white landscape- a cold, snowy glacier, with white fog a-drape- sits a white Ursa Major This place is dreamless hidden by a fog so pure the snow and sky, seamless together merge, hidden, obscure She sits staring, at the glow- at the dark sky-scape hung with cold stars and cold snow with such careless perfection, draped She turns to the side- to her white Ursa Minor she nudges her- a chide ‘time to move to pastures finer’ Sshe prepares to re-traverse the long path across the divide back to resume her curse to resume her endless stride

 this world we have maimed and rent see the death, decay, suffering we inflict creating situations impossible to mend because this is how it all ends swarms of people drowning in fear refugees screaming in terror and torment bombs and blood spilling into the air because this is our world near the end the lack of life, of vigor, of happiness a time devoid of the human element when all is as the void: a blackness because this is how our world is in the end broken buildings brimming with no inhabitants cities overflowing with oppressive silence just see how this world’s become calamitous because this is what the world