Heavy hangs my head this night
Its own worst enemy is itself
But it hangs, thoughts like bowling balls
On lines crossed and no-going-backs
For me, for you, for all of us
Mother has been crying a hundred years
The ignorant sons and daughters we are
No one cares to listen, to console, to mend
Her crying has turned to screaming
I shall not bear the sin of being a Father
Bring my own flesh and blood into this?
Pluck a soul from star and void
Clip their wings, lock them in meat
Condemn them to a dying dot
Tiny blue speck, full of hate, greed
I realise now all too late
But still early enough to matter
That I wouldn't like that done to me
Yes, to dust we must return
What the void gives it surely takes back
Cruel is it not, to force life into being?
Then again, our ego knows no boundary
What we see we must surely conquer
And with the spoils build our monuments
Another hundred years... they'll be our epitaphs
"Here lies", they'll read, "reach exceeding grasp"
Dust of us being all that's left
So Mother screams
Still no one is listening
She'll keep screaming until we kill her
We're close, we've a pillow over her face
Not quite pressing hard enough, not yet
Dying and all, She will take us with her
I can't say we wouldn't deserve it
We'd put a fence around the last tree on Earth
And charge one another to come and see it
So, son or daughter unborn
Flit happily, flit freely
Star and void are yours to explore
I will not clip your wings
Nor lock you here with me
No, I will come to you, in time
When my cellmates are gone
When my heart decides to stop
When I can't hear screaming anymore
In the death of man, we will celebrate
It’s only when reading back over my work that I realise how despondent it can be. It’s not my intention; I write in a free-flowing stream of thought and emotion. Evidently I have strong feelings about the state of the world in which we live… How long can this go on for, I ask?
This planet has a breaking point and we are nearing it. Just the other day I read an article describing how 90% of all life on Earth has been contaminated by forever-chemicals; plastics and the like. In our blood, in my blood right now, there’s probably teflon particles swimming alongside my platelets, waving to one another as they go about my body.
Something in me says it wasn’t supposed to be this way…
Auf Wiedersehen
AJ Carney 