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I looked to the left
Up over the trees,
Out and down the mountain,
In the distance the brown haze
Carried the taint of blood,
Burned and broken all through the sky,
Written in the colors of senseless undoing
On our own view of the underside of Heaven
In pursuit of dominion,
Chasing green,
And I can no longer see the green hills across the valley
For the haze of the poison we’ve consumed
Is burned and brown in the sky.
As a child I thought I saw clearly
And believe me the hills were verdant,
Lush and clear and far.
I laughed as I rode my favorite toy,
Burning unknown blood
With every pull of the cord,
Following the deceivers’ painted dream
In pursuit of more speed,
I wondered and dreamed
Of the fast jets thundering across my sky
As the windows rattled and they boomed.
Now as a man I see my own dreams
Lying fallow upon my mind
As the tin men go to kill and maim
And the blood drowns out the sky.
Strange as it is and the old song was right,
The answer is blowing in the wind,
Shining down in warm sunlight,
Above the world in the deep dark night,
Which we can now barely see
For all the blood between
We’ve burned like a spoiled child
In pursuit of light at night,
And now I can no longer see the stars
For all the beautiful false dawn of street lights.
How long before the victims
Of all the smoke and fire in our eyes
Come by stealth in the starless night,
In pursuit
Of their very lives?
©2003, Daniel Stafford
Daniel Stafford, aka AquarianM, says of this poem: “I see baby steps toward leaving the filth and blood of oil, and giant leaps towards grabbing the last cups, right over the bodies of those who live where the cup lies, because people think might makes mine.” You can view over 1,000 poems by this author in the poetry library at Lightverse.com.
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