Friday, June 19, 2009

Earth Mover

Lady Gaia ~ Saint Victor

The system carves your souls by halves
To feed the rotting tree

Then dredges the lakes of all debate
To starve the rising sea

Of pyramid schemes where dolphins dream
An alternate reality

While talking heads feed your dread
And tell you that you’re free

But who am I to toll your pealing primate bell
Decry your sea-horse trading man-ray splinter cell?

Your thumbs in showers of dust might just as easy fall
Into my hands that wring un-sung the beauty of it all

And mercury rising sharply in your fiercely treasured chest
Foretells a change of heavy heart that beats you to the test

That measures hope and lengths of rope for a hundred years of tears
With clockwork cranks from deep think-tanks the grit in all your gears

Those talking heads that feed your dread
May never get to see

These pyramid scenes and dolphin dreams
Where heart and mind agree

That dredging lakes and eco-debates
Won’t stop the rising sea

from carving deep canyons of sleep
the words trapped in the tree


the walking man said...

Talk talk talk says I because no matter the words we are all still going to die.

Yodood said...

This is, by far, the most moving piece I can recall ever reading, Pisces. You've not only outdone yourself, you've outdone the world with this one. Now back to reading it a few hundred more times. Gracias amigo.

Yodood said...

my hands that wring un-sung the beauty of it all

Amen, brother

Mariana Soffer said...

As walking man says we are going to die, and hopefully soon
(I am in a bad mood)

Pisces Iscariot said...

Walking man & Mariana: when Pandora open the box only one thing remained inside: hope

Yodood: glad this one got to you... you picked out the 'hope' line

the walking man said...

Ah but PI...everyone and everything has but one destiny in this mortal realm. Not fearing that destiny is to have hope.

Pisces Iscariot said...

walking man: no argument there my friend

Tom said...

yeah...this one is epic; i feel the landscape of it.

Anonymous said...

I'm buried by the depth of this, Pisces. But 'twas a good burial...

Uncle Tree said...

Well, I picked a good time to stop by. Great job with the rhymes! This one wood be fun to say out loud, especially the eighth pair of lines.

To think about rotting petrifies my soul. Oh! I dare knot reflect upon it too closely.

Gaia looks wonderful this morning. Nice to meet you! You've carved out a great deal here.

I wish you and your father a happy day!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: glad you got it :)

Subby:perhaps submerged would be better ;}

Uncle Tree: thanks for branching out this way