The Day After

 

[a poem by   ~burning woman~]

It was a day long after
what happened didn’t happen:
denial was in full force then,
it made everything work,
and work was the order of the day.

There were warnings,
there always are warnings.
The planet was upset
sending signs of distress
in skies and seas and lands.

Birds, bees and butterflies
were less to be seen.
Fish left rotting carcasses
strewn across sandy beaches;
floating among the flotsam.

Violent storms, deadly droughts
succeeded chemtrails
and incessant burning of trees.
Smoke filled the valleys;
children choked in gun-smoke.

It would come, of course:
everybody knew it, everybody.
But promises and hope ruled the day
Larger bandaids were handed out
with flu shots and plastic smiles.

The day came, it was inevitable:
everybody had known the truth of it,
the inescapability of it.
Oh, it would have been a day
to be remembered.

Had there been anyone
to remember.

 

 

18 thoughts on “The Day After

  1. Pingback: The Day After – The Militant Negro™

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Lisa. Anything constructed can be deconstructed. Time is an artificial construct; an agreed-upon method to measure the passage of life – a meaningless exercise but without which this crumbling civilization could not function or even exist. Deconstruct time, destroy this civilization and all the blatant evils associated with it; that propel it, will disappear. We cannot fix it; we cannot change it, we can only kill it. It’s what must be done with predatory beasts with gaping mouths that demand more and more of life to sustain themselves. Currently there are still many well-meaning people who firmly believe that bigger band aids can fix civilization’s problems, but civilization doesn’t have problems, it is the problem!

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  2. franklparker

    I like the poem and the imagination behind it. As usual, I don’t share your pessimism. But as a timely reminder that it is time to change direction this works well.

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  3. Rosaliene Bacchus

    Well done, Sha’Tara. Love the verse: “children choked in gun-smoke.” So perfect.

    As you so beautifully and clearly express, we are already living in the time of great ecological unraveling. Not everyone, though, is aware of the truth and see the warning signs. Far too many people have fallen victim of the climate-change deniers who now hold captive the world’s richest and most powerful nation.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you for looking beyond the obvious Cassandra type pessimism. I suppose my use of “everybody” is hyperbole. You are correct of course; in reality many are too busy having fun, most are too busy just attempting to survive.

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  4. Regis Auffray

    A powerful poem, Sha’Tara; stark, harsh, and very sadly real.

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    On Wed, Feb 28, 2018 at 9:02 PM, ~Burning Woman~ wrote:

    > Sha’Tara posted: ” [a poem by ~burning woman~] It was a day long after > what happened didn’t happen: denial was in full force then, it made > everything work, and work was the order of the day. There were warnings, > there always are warnings. The planet was upset se” >

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      1. Woebegone but Hopeful

        Oh yeah, that does happen. If you are doing a good job writing you can slip easily into the whole world.

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