Bearings

 

     An albatross can circumnavigate

This world,

     Its wings

Beating only few

And far between Islands,

Do we leave it behind?

Do we let it witness

The growing algae and

Beached Whales?

 

     Atoms for the Hadron Collider

Go round and round,

Finding their destiny

As spent offerings for breaching

The Galaxies,

     And we’re conquering

Only the sanity

With which nature

Once hung as balanced,

And now we’re forging

Ideas for the privatisation

Of space,

 

     If the light-beam

Could be travelled,

We’d be dead before

Stealing all from the universe,

But the albatross sails

High in the sky,

Watchful and woeful

Of man’s petulant ways,

Sailing a sky now

The grey of all storms

And it’s man who is dead,

Man who is bereft of all

Slaughtered on Earth,

And the birth of Aquarius

Has been abandoned in haste,

Cut like the ugliest abortion

Where screaming to hell,

Be the dream of all mothers

To cradle their young.

 

     Space isn’t for man yet,

Not while slaughtering his kin

Not while he cannot save

This biosphere of life,

Not while he bullies

And teases his own,

 

     The albatross warns

Many a mariners soul

Not to venture too far

From their homes,

And my guess is,

If Alien could save all

From the spite we’ve become,

He’d leave us to rot

Within decay we have caused,

Take only the Nature

Of those knowing balance,

Just to see on his world,

The albatross fly.

 

Michael J Waite 3^rd May 2013.