But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Robert Zimmerman
Down the barrel of a hunting gun,
The birds and the young fell out of the setting sun.
That was the Edwardian end of the nineteenth century,
We’ll simply thin them out differently.
I would go out with all that is rare
with no allegiance that I cannot spare.
The aerodynamics of the birds that always came
found their way to the human brain.
First it was flight and the boundless terrain,
Then disease and a massive human stain.
War came before the last time round,
Pandemic then war are now mounted on the merry-go-round.
The ratios are such that zeros must be added,
Depopulation is what the flat-headed know really matters.
Whatever type of instruments are used,
The record books will be most graphically imbued.
Certainty can resume its jagged throne
for a triumphant rebirth in the Eastern zone.
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At the beginning of the 20th century, the upper classes in Edwardian Britain did not foresee the coming overthrow of their world view as a result of World War One. The War was followed by an international epidemic. At the outset of the 21rst century, we are on the brink of a similar catastrophe with environmental agents potentially outdrawing human folly this time. It is generally believed that China will rise to prominence as conditions in the West deteriorate.
Comments
willowtree | January 21, 2008 - 15:41
willow
Debauched we are.History repeats itself as everyday seems to begin with the sun and then becomes cloudy.
and "are scrounging around for your next meal" also Robert Zimmermann.Capitalisme has hit home base.Pitch it to the moon.And look to the east.
We have been living in USA's backyard.For me-too bad so sad. For others and the children-what a pit.
Thank you for your correct ethics.Do you think we can regain our faith?
Ssor | January 21, 2008 - 15:57
Ross McCague
I don't know, willow. I just try to release voices I hear rather than work on self-expression. I think empires decline and this one is well on its way. I don't think it's necessary to be at the head of the table to enjoy life.
Nathan Bednarek | January 22, 2008 - 12:08
I loved this poem. It really shows where the world is heading. I loved the way it’s written because it turns the poem into a clear mental image as you read on. In a way it’s simple, and yet it has a lot of hidden meanings that may have a different effect on each reader. Well done, a great read.
Ssor | January 22, 2008 - 21:24
Ross McCague
It's an odd use of couplets. I thought they gave a sort of inevitable momentum to it as well as a quiet echo from nursery rhymes. Yes, this poem is not overt.
artisus | January 23, 2008 - 11:18
great poem Ross.
Ssor | January 24, 2008 - 20:55
Ross McCague
Thank you. I know that you alerted me to its effectiveness. I appreciate your support.
Sooz006 | February 7, 2008 - 16:48
Doom and gloom and dire consequences if we don't atone ... or is it too late? ... nice one. Enjoyed this.
Ssor | February 12, 2008 - 02:40
As Leonard Cohen sings, "There's a mighty judgment coming, but I could be wrong. You see you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song. Atone. Yes, lovely word for such a course of action. Thanks, Ross.