Edge
EDGE
Fredonia Kansas
1969
It has been three months now
And our world
Did not end.
As foretold in some
smoking tea leaves
seeped from an ancient Peruvian calander
that crops up now and then.
Wasn't it all from the offering
of Virgin's sacrafice
to the--the Gods?
And of some other alien Peruvian native
blood, all of them transgendered
from a super race of
Gloimitas who lived
on their doomed planet
over a million light years
from our own light and time of today.
Not round, No No No
not round, but flat
really flat just like our own was
some time ago we forgot about.
And then one day
they thought their world was ending
when they just fell off
the edge.
© Ron wilson aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
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