Coca Coelacanth.
What we assumed extinct springs to life from the carcass that never lived.
Post-urban pastoral writ of concrete runes;
Etched in a dour deluge of acid monsoons,
Sears heads of dreary dregs begging fortunes,
Amidst effluvial spume in downtown lagoons.
Echoing laughter of dusted boys`n`girls.
Nose-dive for crystal meth`n`ethereal pearls.
Asthmatic mist swirls, stirs asphalt-laden curls -
From bilious fug anaemic Rose unfurls.
Wing-like her petals; hues oxidized metals.
Rise past skeletal glass on barbed wire nettles!
Strive for distant skies of cyanosis blue -
Against dire odds from developed sod she grew.
Slit wrist sprays Scarlet across smog’s blackened haze.
We bask in the pre-dusk that bludgeons the sky.
We are dismay chewing nails while mercy prays -
Insensate zombies whose sole wish is to die.
Rose reigns down on gaunt fiends of what might have been.
Weeps while she screams and writhes - can do aught but thrive.
By the shrine of her pain she worships obscene
Seeds a miracle inside: a Will to survive.
She sees:
Rivers of iodine flow like sacred wine;
Anodyne for suff`rings caused by lack of spine.
An upheaval wrought in Cathedrals of Mind -
Our structures won’t align to ones we designed!
Seek then alternate avenues to construct.
Firmer foundations from which Spirit may soar.
To build upon nature is but to disrupt
Natural mosaics refining our core.
Yet
Who among the brittle towers gives a care?
For the fragile scent of nature’s gentler air?
In untouchable times we abide alone,
Souls yearn to taste tactile flesh never has known.
Still
Neon orchards glow `neath sunsets ever golden.
Eden resides in lies we are beholden.
In the bark of a dead root life is not mute.
Even disfigured shoots dream dreams bearing fruit.
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