M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

Gaia's Death

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.

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Cynthia Jones April 20, 2015 at 3:49 PM M.L. this is a brilliant piece of poetry. Well done. :O) Keep up with the great work. Keep on penning. Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful and creative talents with us. We all truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia M. L. Kiser April 20, 2015 at 9:16 PM Thank you so much, once again.