Sand wheezes over the dunes
a fiery sea unfurled
the suns wrath slowly consumes
the last life left in the world.
...
In shade a sidewinder glides
out of a human skull
the home in which it confided
would have basked in the lull.
...
A turbine blade protrudes nearby
turning slowly... to rust
the cause it fought for eats it alive
hope crumbled to dust.
...
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Sand wheezes over the dunes
a fiery sea unfurled
the suns wrath slowly consumes
the last life left in the world.
...
In shade a sidewinder glides
out of a human skull
the home in which it confided
would have basked in the lull.
...
A turbine blade protrudes nearby
turning slowly... to rust
the cause it fought for eats it alive
hope crumbled to dust.
...
OK. I'm not a Greenpeace activist, or even for that matter much concerned about the inevitable crisis that we are told to be jumping into. It's freezing outside, so I wrote down the title 'sun', and elaborated from there. Thus it's turned into a brief rant (albeit depressing one) at the uselessness of our politicians (at least in the UK) when they tackle renewable energy. The very subject gets me heated (!) so I refuse to digress. Sorry (again) at how dark the subject matter is (!)... and the bad jokes... but I hope to compensate for it all soon!
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