I was there when the atom bomb
vaporized a city
and burned flesh until all
that remained was a charred
silhouette
without face
without name.
I'm a bird in flight
through acid rain clouds
I am a woman without country
crash landed
from beyond the stars.
I have seen the edge
of time and the cosmos
and stood on the ledge
to contemplate the exploding
yawning abyss before me
a multiverse to transcend
the geological primitive
the infantile blue planet
locked in its calculated dance
with the sun
where I must constantly fight
gravity as it weighs me down
and ensnares me with its human
chains to tether me to the
terrestrial soil
whose corpse-fed worms
are more relatable.
Their whispers are songs
which hold the secrets
taken to the grave.
An alien wouldn't be so obvious.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
I was there when the atom bomb
vaporized a city
and burned flesh until all
that remained was a charred
silhouette
without face
without name.
I'm a bird in flight
through acid rain clouds
I am a woman without country
crash landed
from beyond the stars.
I have seen the edge
of time and the cosmos
and stood on the ledge
to contemplate the exploding
yawning abyss before me
a multiverse to transcend
the geological primitive
the infantile blue planet
locked in its calculated dance
with the sun
where I must constantly fight
gravity as it weighs me down
and ensnares me with its human
chains to tether me to the
terrestrial soil
whose corpse-fed worms
are more relatable.
Their whispers are songs
which hold the secrets
taken to the grave.
An alien wouldn't be so obvious.
