15/08/2011

Edges of the Earth

shoulder to shoulder trees line the pearly seas
shielding threads of waves from bearded explorers
who paddle in boats carved from philosophy
cutting through veined shields and mirrored streams
they tear their bodies in half and feast on their flesh
soaked in blood the explorers drown in waterfalls
their souls mist into the holes at the bottom of the sea

valleys foam white gold over drained trenches
they stand high, waiting for horns to signal the end of the world
their stone hearts are used as coffins to bury the dead
the ground becomes clogged to its roots with fiery bodies
the dead tear their lungs out of their chests and hold it up to the skies
wanting the kaleidoscopic clouds to inflate their empty skin
but Gods steal their life and watch as they wither and die

the elephants watch on vacantly, towing children behind them
weeping and shaking the children claw at the sandy dirt
screaming for their mothers they break free and melt into the ground
disintegrating into the jagged wind the elephants dissolve after them
inside a hologram at the end of time, I watch the world
tear itself into irregular pieces and hook itself up to a drip,
as it dies, the ghosts of its mistakes absorb me into its liquid.