Friday, November 18, 2011

Glowing Cores


We are all held subject by determined nations
And the determination of planners intent
On lashing the flanks and not restraining
The reins of the dark horses of night







They champ and thunder
In anticipation of the silence






You who thread the darkening looms
Who kindle the currents coursing through wires
And charge the air earth and water of our being
Beware the fruits of your projections





The dangerous matters you have gathered
Seethe softly in darkened silos
In hollow vessels plying silent under ocean storms
And glowing cores of hellish boilers


And still you plan for more