new nursery rhymes cry frick, frack
can't climb that hill now, little jack
it's cracked and filled with dirty money
can't see it now, it's never sunny
steel and concrete guts fart poison
over sick trees in once air
sharp-toothed jaws toss shavings
on definitions in old dictionary pages
one day we will forget these things
they looked like tiny broccoli's
they went extinct with honeybees
through the seas metallic behemoths scream
mimicking love songs of once whales
disconnected
nothing left decomposing connected
cracked tusks sink into the sands of time
like the fallen teeth of obese babies
sinking into deep blankets soiled with the filth of their waste
turn again turn
permanent burn
churned by the hands of the mighty
yearning, burning, churning, spinning
what, after all, are a million gone
when there are seven million left
undiscovered now to never be
or to live to be called once
beside that hidden waterfall
too late to go where we started
tongues have fallen out, fingers are broken
king midas and his brothers still squat on gold
black honey still runs beneath the grounds
where they built their palaces and burial mounds
souls are still bought and souls are still sold
heaven's still up and hell's still down
one animal alone has dominion now
the cow can no more jump over the moon
this animal, soul cannibal, flesheater at birth
liked a little too much salt of the earth
the microscopic, some defeated, some the winners
the inferior has chance to beat superior
once strong stand guard in closed museums
book pages have rotted, now we read on screens
no one anynmore knows of paper pages
we have won - we have conquered mother earth
we sit alone in our solitary cages
communication down on keyboard keys
no one types anymore about old trees
or products of chemicals and scoundrels
newspapers meaningless calories
homo sapiens' skeletons rust in the dust
half of humanity gone but still plenty of us
there are no more diamonds in old coal mines
clocks shatter when time runs out of time
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I was...
distracted by the many sub-themes and was wishing that I could see where you tied them all together. This could be as many as three or four different poems and they would all have something to say. ~ Geezer.
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