Friday, December 19, 2014

Poem, "Apocalypse"

10        Dust blowing over the empty cities
10        Hard as stone the forest of withered trees
10        Mountains of chalk crumbling, the rocks slide free

12        A yellow sky with twisting clouds of poison, sick
12        Clouds that shimmer with the colors of an oil slick

4          The oceans grey
4          The soil ash
7          The breath of life has left them

6          The sun’s color changes
5          The star grows, explodes
5          A world is consumed

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