Crush Point

Crush Point 5/23/2014

Glass explodes

In a backwards mosaic

A beautiful and bloody sculpture

Suspended in the air.

We close our eyes

So that we cannot see

But that does not change a thing

And never will. 

Even a baboon will defend the herd

Keeping watch

For threats

Or enemies. 

But whoa to them

That shrink and dither

More concerned about acceptance 

Than their children’s children. 

We have planted a seed

That others will harvest

As they gather in the shadows

To pounce and kill. 

Metal twists and collapses

Crushing inward

And sideways

Because everything that runs

Will eventually

Hit the wall.  

The end comes

And luck runs out

As everyone should know

The circlets expand

And retract.

We have listened

And we have seen

More than enough to know

What man has wrought

And what will follow.