Off, with all the luxury and arrogance that is man,
To a place where the sun dies beyond land’s end,
Through the foam and spray that christened you,
Yet, failed to cleanse your original sin.
And with bones of chalk and a fire within,
You held your head high for a last look at the sky,
While captains of industry and huddled masses,
Were cradled in Poseidon’s unforgiving, arms.
And a white whale, that you never pursued,
Though you were obsessed with wealth and status,
Cut deep into your ferric flesh,
To seal your fate, no doubt predestined.
And at a great depth you will lie for eternity,
Your human souls a tragedy of the highest order,
But your soul’s lust for greed and power,
Will be your everlasting legacy.
Categories:
ferric, corruption, death, destiny, fate,
Form: Free verse
Picture this
World famous photographer
Or maybe not
Anyway, illusion of being one
Picture this
Shuts himself inside a darkroom
Most of sixty three years
Breathing
Ferric Chloride
Picture this
Dangerously alone
Loving his life
Creating fantastical photographs
Killing himself in the best way possible
Enjoying his art daily
Categories:
ferric, art,
Form: Free verse