He Built Another Planet
Perched upon a behemoth
A mountain, a companion to a lonely god
Perched is a man
Scanning the Mother
He eyes the ground
As a hawk would spot his prey
He made that world his captivating obsession
There skittered people of a world
Almost too perfect for him
He saw the land change with beautiful colors
Green landscapes would burn bright red as great grey masses would overcome the color
embroidered earth, and rise and fall would these structures, like the flowing of water down a
waterfall and eventually back into the sky only to pour down again
And from his divine perch he admired the throng
Their utopia so perfect
One day, his urge overwhelmed him
The mountain responded
And tumbled did he, to the unsuspecting masses
As he collected himself, his gaze refocused
And his smile departed back to his perch
Only to be replaced by two new tyrants, shock and terror
The world he so admired
Was no blurred painting of majestic colors
Blue streaks memory convinced him were rivers, became the swollen tears of mountains
Green earth he once greedily lavished with his gaze
Now repulsed him, a brown earth died red with hate and oppression
Ruins scarring the dead land, ravaged for its worth
So flawless from far
Yet so bleakly chaotic from close
Taken over by a fleeting horror
His urge overwhelmed him
His body responded
He sprouted wings and fled the scene
Perched by his companion he would say
"I think I am content by your side, content-
to leave the truth shrouded in myth"
© Samir Georges
2007
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