poem
Denial
Denial
Who
is a man kidding
To smile and deride
He who believes in combustion...
Who dissolves the good earth into thick gases
Then let him stand forth
Really believing in his heart of hearts...
That the blackness is right, good,
just?
That because we could, we should.
Let him then huddle in the darkness
of Earth's Storms
Denying...lying... to
the souls pale echo in the mirror
And as I pondered the years of coal
The darkness that lie ahead - according to he,
I saw the hand of man upon
the sky,
imprinted briefly
in the fleeting clouds.