After the Apocalypse
A poem about erosion & renewal
Concrete precipitates out of freeway overpasses,
creating sand dunes from
eroding metal shells
of forgotten transportation.
Listen to the khamsin howl--
desert grit rolling down, breaking
levers, gears, pitted hulls
abandoned before the winds reversed.
See with ancient tar eyes
bones sunken beneath a hard and frozen crust,
and the sudden cascade--
disintegration released in water,
ticking drops of passage,
portals of rainfall,
a reckoning focused on renewal--
each seed, desire
sprawled through a waste of human discards.
Between rotted tire treads,
greenness yawns a leafy mouth,
stretching as he wakes
and climbs from brown mother,
the shadows of defeat
cast behind.
Light filters through the flood, coaxing
to the heights of men--
and his siblings touch the sun.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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Comments (5)
Oh, I love this, that counterbalancing of decaying and renewing powers.
Congrats with this poem being a runner up Alison. It was outstanding.
Congrats! Well done!
greenness yawns a leafy mouth, stretching as he wakes and climbs from brown mother These lines were so magnificent! I loved your poem so much!
Another great poem