Oh hey! Happy New Year–and happy birthday to me 🙂 A little apocalypse to usher in the new year is always a good sign, right? I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I’ll be enjoying today 😉
The Earth is Still
The Earth is still.
No more do the tremors
that racked the mountainside
rage through the bones of this wasted land.
Once flowered rivers, who flowed with the heat of spring
—that same heat which pulsed through the heart,
igniting the veins like sparks to a fire,
now lies pierced; cracked and dead as the unending desert.
The last lake, dwindled down to a blackened puddle,
sits undisturbed in the silence;
a mirror to these starless nights
painted with brushstrokes of infinite darkness
and yet, a trembling lingers.
It sits, in the back of the cavern;
twisting the thumbs of a half-buried corpse
while it whispers into the great beyond.
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