rust and ichor

veins are lacerations
and ruptured
seams

no idyllic countryside
sinkholes and lava
from the skin
to the bone marrow
from the ribcage
to the deepest
HEART


the earth is bleeding
edged with scarlet
a septic wound

her nature spasming with
her groaning
whales die from their
weeping
sea life washed ashore
in their hundreds
of thouands
birds fall from the sky
white doves become
black as ravens
oily and ravenous
mass extinction
honey bees
will be
no
more
to
pollinate
anything

the earth is bleeding
war's bitter wine
seeps from every pore
of mankind

hatred the cup of
the world
the grail to be drunk
deeply
til tomorrow is
sated and
there is no longer
any blood
to
be

spilled**


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/10/2015