Wednesday, July 11, 2007


Big wheels turn in a desert that was once
An open sea in the air
No more are the gulls whose
shrieking calls pierce the sky
Steam that rises out of the machines
Is the anger and rath that was created
While men of industry looked the other way
As they poisoned the day
And concealed their ways under the cover
Of darkness
The name of the ship is Golgotha
It represents all of the pain
The lighthouse tags along closely
It's efforts are an act that is vain
The bodies of fish that floated
By the thousands when there was a shore
Now it is sand that reveals land mines
And down to the very core
Of all that was righteous in that open sea
Fish stuck down in the muck and mire
Seagulls no longer knowing their gain
In the world where steam rises out of machines
In nature's decision to refrain

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