Darkness overtakes us every evening,
Incessant rain brings about a flood,
Drought leaves the world around us ever thirsting, yet
We fail to claim our blessing by the blood.
Dancing with the ashes at Chernobyl,
Wading through the clinker that remains,
Twirling through the cinders o’er The Island, still
Proceeding ever on in the same vein!
Fashioning our idols out of matter,
Destroying it to play a faster game,
Wandering earth’s avenues in search of meaning lost,
We push away the answers when they’re plain.
Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.