Atlantis Lesson
In Neptune’s lair
she rests eternal.
The legacy of failure
chipped into her stone facade.
Plato knew her, as a child and
depicted her visage in words.
Like the south,
she will rise again
or so said Cayce.
From a silvery abyss
she will resurface…
the queen of an ancient Republic.
The story of her children,
will not be forever lost.
From black oil and radiation,
she will belch forth her ancients.
God does not destroy his children;
they destroy themselves quite
sufficiently, along with everything else.
Wisdom, with time and change,
builds its own library.
blueprints secreted away will be revealed;
for now, Neptune is a vigilant librarian.
Human life is finite;
badly flawed.
On point-of-order,
over-fracked earth,
will belch up a lost continent.
Invisible bones…fossils,
by no means, prove fiction.
Secrets are always revealed;
impossible to hide, forever.
Denial is the practice of fools and
it eventually, devours them.
The extinct will resurface,
as do human deeds and mis-deeds.
Philosophers and visionaries will shout warnings
unheard, by the ethically deaf.
Probability freaks
suppress growth and truth,
only for a while.
Science wears its
self-limiting, blinders too proudly.
When we ignore the past,
it returns to haunt us…
how many times must we split the atom,
before Gaia’s obliterated?
A successful Republic, will never properly thrive,
on the ignorance of greed and prides overkill.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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