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Wednesday, 5 October 2011
POETRY WEDNESDAY - FLYING ELEPHANTS
“We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us?” - Richard Bach
Every week, Magpie Tales publishes a picture and stimulates the creativity of a group of people that use this image to write a short piece, prose or poetry, inspired by it. This week, the image is both fanciful and menacing, playful and serious. This week’s Elephant with Wings looked firstly amusing and whimsical to me, but as I came back and kept looking at it for a couple of days it became ominous and dire. The cute yet improbable flying pachyderm (echoes of Dumbo!) was suddenly transformed into a calamitous admonishment about the destruction of the environment, increasing pollution, nuclear leaks, fallout, mutants and destruction of our planet. The grey-blue skies and sea, the smoking cooling towers of the power plant, the metal derricks of technological progress, and the low-hanging smog made of the elephant an evil portent…
When Elephants will Fly
My genome hurts,
The water burns,
And air corrodes my tissues.
My body shrieks,
Each cell distraught,
As sea turns to acid biting into beach.
My flesh creeps,
And cancers rage,
The wars within diminishing me.
My eyes extinguished,
My touch long-lost,
With oily residue polluting my pores.
Plutonium coats the sand, and cobalt paints the sky;
Iodine seas scintillate and thorium pebbles glow.
Each rasping breath begins a murderous clone of cells within me,
Rampant mutations that make me a freak in a sideshow.
My back sprouts wings,
My bones dissolve,
And thick skin turns to mush.
My life shortens,
My brain is porous
As radioactivity punctures me.
My world is ending,
My dreams defiled
The downfall of my species imminent.
My tribe extinct,
My peers unrecognisable
In monstrous transformations.
Uranium stars and curium moon that poisonously glow,
A rapidly burning palladium sun that turns all to ash.
Each step a torture, each touch an agony,
Liberation only in death, when elephants will fly.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
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