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DEATH OF A BROKEN PLANET

By ROBERT DAVIDSON

Often it seems like I have betrayed my world like a rough lover, mauling bruising his woman in the dark - leaving marks upon her skin

In my bomb shelter - I perch on the very edge as greenhouse gases befoul the air and choke me like traffic fumes. I watch my planet burn out like the woman I once raped and left to rot

Along my streets the newsboys cry the old burnt-out world is dead - a stillborn babe as sick cities fall like crumbling Babylons

My own stumblings are on stony ground as my planet withers - becomes a barren moonscape with detonations inevitable as fallout. Fear crawls like a lizard on my skin while mushroom clouds maul her torn-apart face

Oh yes, I buried the waste, that one day will poison my child.

The broken body of my world lies prostrate like my wife when beaten by her husband - Such was the surrender I wanted

But she will not be mine to rob and rape again for my broken planet dies - Guernica, Hiroshima, Chernobyl

Her womb becomes my tomb.

Copyright 2008 robertdavidson