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To Dust

To Dust


How I walk, 
How I stumble, fall 
Then gather my senses,
Get up and stride again,
     only,
     only,
Now I see the dead before me,
Slouching, crawling,
Staring and vacant,
Their last look of fear
Tells all; Quatermass
Be once again upon us.

Ghosts,
Ghosts of Mars extinguish
All life, and I see them too,
The same vacant look upon
A grotesque and disfigured face,
A face akin to bomb blast
And hot scalding air from
Nuclear blasts.

How many,
How many spherical scars
Of the missiles must adorn this World,
How many glass plates of fused Earth
Do we need before we eradicate all life,
How many wars,
How many wars?

I see the children,
Smiling, playing, laughing
Oblivious to all before us,
And like a Hollywood film
The script is written before
As I see their young faces melt
From our leaders refusal 
To attain peace,
Our leaders insistence
To invite Apocalypse,
And it’s here now,
Upon every walk of life.

Quatermass, 
Would venture the pit again,
Only, the demons 
That he sees of the future
Are us,
     Our human monster once
Again on the threshold of War,

This time, will be our last,
This time, will be the past of all humanity,
And I dare not say farewell,
I dare not say see you later
As some kind of romantic epitaph,
I dare not say I told you so,
And I dare not say goodbye,
     
     Still,
The question remains
On a world inhabited by Six Billion,
     Why within a multitude of Stars,
Are we left with our incessant
Conditioning to murder,
Why are we, the only ones?

     Our demise,
Be the punishment we cannot 
Evade,
Our end, 
Be an end of all wars on this globe,
Our end, be the relief of Gods
Whose experiment meant 'our’ torture,
     And they too,
Will burn! 

Grandiose you say,
Delusional you urge,
     Yet, 
The evidence of the glass circles
Dating thousands of years be all around the Earth,
     Do not survive,
     Do not wish to live on,
For those that do,
Will suffer the macabre
Written of Quatermass,
Where the remains of the dead,
Be fed the children of the holocaust. 

Michael J Waite 25th of July 2016.

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Noetic-fret!

Mon 12th Sep 2016 22:37



Thank you Lynn, I really appreciate you taking the time to comment.

Thanks Wolfgar too.

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Lynn Dye

Wed 27th Jul 2016 20:44

Powerful stuff, Mike. Well written and effectively chilling.

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