Starburst from a mid-night sky,
jettisons dreams from the sky-web.
Imagination's flight can be terror
for those who would cloud sky with plutonium-rot.
Grandmother Spider's tears
soak Earth's belly with toxic rains;
her sky-web glistens with crystal tears.
If not for the trees belching grayed-out oxygen;
no life could survive.
Tree branches wipe Grandmother's eyes;
each night fewer crystals adorn sky-web.
Grandmother's tears, plummet through acid skies
to a "Nuked" womb...
a ball of micro waved...uterine...dust.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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