Get Your Premium Membership

Fungi Fear

Prophetic year of the mushroom Day one message: nuclear madness is on the bloom Usher in the house of bedlam into a R.S.V.P. underground shelter mansion, settle into concrete bunker chairs for the half-shelf life walking dead Winter black sky illuminates the windowless rooms See the global guests all dressed in glowing diplomatic words of gloom and doom Dust off the portrait of the spinster twins — Two Japanese widows with the sad eyes, whose marred skin bears radioactive disfigurement Bring in the new year, set the table ... spread the feast of the fungi fear Vegetated negotiations are boiling in the U.N. pot, and a two-headed swine is cooking in the military laboratory oven Each having a rotting truce apple in their mouth, and lying fumes coming from their snouts United the nations are not American host with the most nuclear stockpile, tells the disgruntled guests to empty their hidden uranium pantries out Break the non-negotiable bread, get the warhead jam and spread the missile dread Tweet tell the global citizens to feast on the fungi fear Taste the tainted undergrowth appetizer ... savor the heat of the radioactive mushrooms Finish with a slice of extinction pie, frosted with fungi cancerous tears Suffer the awful heartburn gut-feeling that uncivilized mankind’s end is near

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 1/4/2018 8:36:00 AM
I didn’t know what to expect with the title but as always you cooked up amazing! I hope this is not prophetic Freddie. Although I fear we are much closer to the brink than we ever have been.
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry