Vapor and Fog

Vapor and Fog    10/3/2014

The winds come

And on them

Ride death

And disease.  

Like a fog

That infects the lungs

Or a rotten corpse

Washed up

On the beach.

Sickly, sweet

And full of bugs

With pieces and parts

Too small to see. 

In the world

We are a remnant

A long forgotten band

Wandered far from home

And dying. 

Our dreams diminished

And our future in doubt

As each and every minute

More die

Than are born. 

My wings are torn

And I am bloodied and bruised

Punished for every mistake

And hounded every day. 

But I can still fly

And I can still soar

Climbing up

And swooping down. 

Just above the trees

Twisting and looping

From side to side

And up and down.

The streets are the same

But now they are unfamiliar

Fallen into ruin

And waste.

We had more than we knew

But we forgot it anyway

Discarded like a piece of trash

Unremembered and unhonored.

It only hurts

When you remember

But who has time to remember

When every day becomes a struggle

Just to believe.

The damage is done

And every single activity

Is debased and devalued

One by one

An inch by inch. 

The details are lost

And become increasingly coarse

Watered down

And crude. 

You could see it coming

From a million miles away

But yet, we rush along

With our heads down

And eyes shut.  

The weak are violent

But the strong are lambs

Slaughtered like chickens

Broken and crushed.

They all want to kill

Something good

And something beautiful

So that is what they do

Every hour and every day.

Life is beautiful

And it is also simple

Just like I protect my children

Anyway I can. 

If you love, you protect

But if you hate, you expose

Just a simple as it ever was

And just as obvious

As the sun.