Saturday, 8 October 2016

Earth


I wrote this poem for our next Open Mic on the subject of 'The Earth'.

Earth

A blue marble turns in a bejewelled sky
a reflection in an alien eye
it's surface rich, a treasure trove
the gaze is held from apojove.*

and deep within that alien's mind
a burning hatred of mankind
for watching Eden from the stars
our alien spaceman sees the scars.

It's not his place to intervene
nor the first extinction he’s seen.
He turns his gaze from the Petri dish
and wishes man had stayed a fish.

In the scheme of things we do not matter
despite our busy clitter-clatter.
As obligate parasites without a host
our future’s nothing more than toast.

The marble will take another turn,
it will recover from the burn
and life forms of a different kind
may flourish, if they’re not so blind.

John Carré Buchanan
08 October 2016


* The point in an orbit around the planet Jupiter where the orbiting body is farthest from the planet.

2 comments:

  1. Super one, John. Great rhythm and a sobering message.

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    1. Thank you Richard, I'm glad you liked it.

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