Sunday 28 April 2013

Understanding Rimbaud

This isn't part of Star Water...but it's a poem I wrote recently.  Hope you like it!

I lament for this Earth,
A dirge is sung in low tones
Far beneath the crust
And I slink through each day
Sorry for my little voice
Unheard among factory machinery
Drowned out by traffic, motors,
Noise pollution,
Air breathed in
Full of carbon monoxide,
Give me your huddled masses
Of animals on the way to slaughter
And tell me all about the meat
How to cook it, what fermented
Rotten grapes to drink with it
So everyone believes alcohol
Is not the world's big problem
But dulled senses,
Like brain damage
Is the solution.
Tell me that I can live
Healthy and strong
Good and pure
While we ruin Earth every minute
In this age of rapid communication.
Tell me Rimbaud was crazy
When he felt too much,
Saw the truth
And couldn't bear to stay.
I'll stay
Because I love you, Earth
And my angels hover
Wondering what I'll do.
They've had their hands full with me.