Ours alone
The nature of time,
blind to tomorrow, in
anything but the mind.
Eternity is behind us.
Holding our place here
is one long, sharply darkening and decaying arm -
life desolving easily within our emotional depth,
yet fired up into our vibrant living souls
through legions of fallen bodies
before us
torn material, cracks in the earth
a shoot of life among the monsters
of death, dragging down with a force
so shockwave hungry, that it burns
with wetness, worming its way
chewing and churning inside and urging,
by evolving, us.
The workhorse of worlds, revolving -
for nothing can stop now - eternity turning
the timepeice of mine, onto my wrist
and I am learning
the earlier, it leads me to drink
at the fire and brimstone edge
of a torn up world - of whirling dread,
only I can see it now, from here
as fresh, blood red, raw and evolving
the only promise for another life,
our own.
by Gareth Rosser |