TRAPPED

So here lies the wreckage -
between the sun and moon;
between the ancient world and new -
its audience waiting
for the celestial firefighter
to cut them all out
and take them home.
It is the only escape
from the carnage of politicians.

 

© Griffonner 2023

 

 

 





Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-26 at 11:13

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
The deities seem a bit late, don't they? I think they're mostly like the Greek gods & goddesses; much like us, but with more power. But in reality, I think they're but the afterglow of the left side of the brain listening to the right side, like Julian Jaynes has it in The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind; voices heard in a hallucinatory way - and on that humanity builds temples, churches, synagogues, mosques. I think the Commies were right in Russia, to use the churches as storage for wheat & Stalin organs!

We have to regain some dignity and push all the gods into an Icelandic volcano!
2023-11-27


Sameen
I agree. You've voiced what many are thinking well
2023-11-27


D G Moody
Succinct and evocative of humanities plight, a good one Allen; and glad to see you back.

Dougie
2023-11-26


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
For you to write such a poem would have been so painful, Allen. Yes, they are the decision makers and when they falter, there is not even a murmer for war is taken to be part of rule of law.
2023-11-26