
hope is an island
crashing against the waves of adversity
overcome by a rising sea
conquered and colonized by the civilized
clearcut and fucked up by men with dreams
OH ISLAND CITY YOUR TOWERS REVERED
by hollow breasts that beat with time
sink in your streets and suffer your crimes
while the rivers on your sides all drown in sludge
from the lands you've raped and people you loved
SHE IS THE DESTROYER
riding headless and hopeless on dark muscular fear
trampling all under the sharp hooves of desperation
her salvation forsaken
her fists in the air
still gripping the reigns as if they'd lead her somewhere
THERE'S AN ISLAND IN YOU & THERE'S AN ISLAND IN ME
separated by the corpse of the sea
from atop my mountain and the tallest tree
I gaze out towards you as far as I can see
over the waves of refuse and decay
upon your shores there are children at play
and beyond them stretch a few streets of gold
into the city of a fist that you hold
up rise your towers, the beacons of fear
that scan and devour the horizon
looking for an island
to take at your will
1 comment:
i'm so proud of this one. i almost forgot what it feels like to write a really good piece of poetry.
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