A wooden shed and a tree
A bucket of water and a cloth
across the table
Red soil and deathly air
Richness of soil and the poignant
smell of rooting flesh
The blood current of the river and
beating sun heat
The tremor of their blood has
stopped and their heartless bodies and derived bones are in a heap
that is slowly slowly disintegrating
itself and the fumes like that of an old steamer train
Nothing moves in the ugly stillness
of the land and air
Birds? There is not any…because…well
I’ll let you latter
The lives which once inhibited
this land now haunt it
And the wild life too…what is left
of it
I’ll tell you about the birds now
Well they are in a heap not far
from the human one
You are thinking how do I know
this right?
I’m the only one that has survived
Because…I…ate
all of their juicy insides
and now…now I can be king of this
empty world
I have destroyed everybody and
everything in it
Next on my list is to consume all
the plants, houses, air and the galaxy after that I guess
Well I wouldn’t have any trouble would
I…there’s nobody to stop me!
By Elena Kokonova
another political poem I have been working on that I'm putting. lastly enjoy :)
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