Beyond The Realms of Murder

 

 

     They paid their respects in their own way,

Not too far away from present time,

Their only trace they’d ever been,

They thought of them as primitive,

Giving little confidence in their successes,

Remarking,

     So slow, so slow

They progressed.

 

Upon higher council,

Time and time again

The case was argued for intervention,

Alas,

     As fast as they could move

From realm to realm,

They found the machinations here

Too brutal beyond understanding.

 

Each profanity followed profanity,

Each bloodletting

Became more and more absurd,

All murdered in false convictions,

All trained naively for war,

 

No recompense across the stars

Could allay just what had been lost,

No more wonder from Universes council,

Her death laid her to rest,

Yet a billion billion screams

Of unforgotten futures,

Told each sentient,

She hadn’t lived her time.

 

The biosphere gone so abruptly,

The visitors felt such sorrow,

But each brutality they felt

Within their sentient hearts,

And they knew they shouldn’t let her live.

 

Out there,

Among a multitude of celestial bodies,

Earths mirrored image begged to grow,

But the inhabitants who live there,

Are not of us we know,

     No striking down

Our kin, no striking down our children,

No striking down the many wonders,

No eating flesh and blood of creatures

Who have every right to life.

 

The Sentient guard her well,

And let only those who cherish life

Walk upon her meadows,

They keep a history

Of all that determined our demise,

Just to let the record show,

Yet every once in a while

When asked upon her death,

Their tears become unbearable to flow,

 

2.

 

Life here has gone,

Life here is done,

A lifeless ball so cold,

So cold it’s difficult to breathe,

Makes existence for our angels,

Difficult to swallow,

 

Here lies Mother Earth

Her death throes continuing to haunt,

Her orbit of this Star resonating still,

Like the stubbornness of ghosts.

 

 

Michael J Waite 20th July 2014