Small triangles of lycra
cover heaven
in this tanned landscape
of flesh
basking like beached seals
under the god sun
worshipped for its power
through the protection of lotions
and creams, keeping
cancerous skin at bay
grains of sand
smashed from rock
innocently hide nature's power
all around
bodies dipped into an ocean
already polluted
by greed and the impurity
of this impossible dream
the tide plays with them
like a cat with a mouse
knowing full well with one pounce
all would perish
the earth tolerates our blindness for now
but before you dip a toe in the water
know this
you will be washed away like the
castles you make, pretending
you have dominion
over this sleeping monster.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Small triangles of lycra
cover heaven
in this tanned landscape
of flesh
basking like beached seals
under the god sun
worshipped for its power
through the protection of lotions
and creams, keeping
cancerous skin at bay
grains of sand
smashed from rock
innocently hide nature's power
all around
bodies dipped into an ocean
already polluted
by greed and the impurity
of this impossible dream
the tide plays with them
like a cat with a mouse
knowing full well with one pounce
all would perish
the earth tolerates our blindness for now
but before you dip a toe in the water
know this
you will be washed away like the
castles you make, pretending
you have dominion
over this sleeping monster.
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