Non-Renewable
by Rene Foran
the dark ancient chrism
of man's modern life
uncontrolled
shows the living water
what it's made of.
we stand amidst the ruin
crying
"what have they done?"
as we wipe the blood of our progress
from our hands.
Heavenly eyes and satellites
gaze down upon us
I can see your house from here!
love what you've done with the place...
Assholes.
Rene
Rene, You did a fabulous job with this poem, I have no words to convey its power and complexity
Love the anger here, Rene. Good work. Yes, we've really screwed things up. Sometimes you've just got to call 'em as you see 'em.
Right on Rene. Alot of anger is good at this time.
Rene,
Love stanza two particularly.
Consider changing "amongst" to "amidst."
Thanks for teaching me the word "chrism."
Love this, Rene. Good and great and yes. Your note up there, it's good too.
Yes: "what have they done?"
Everything we can't stop them from doing. They want to deregulate and drill, baby, drill, like there's no tomorrow.
My God, this is amazing. Can't even express....
So well put. The ending at first seemed out of place, but then on a re-reading, it is perfect. The prettier words we use to cover up the realities still come down to reality in the end. Nice.
Nice. Very very nice.