Not flame, not ice
not locust swarm,
not volcanic ash,
not avian flu
nor nuclear war
not by meteor crash,
oh, our world will end
my love, my friend
in days or ages hence
not by rage nor plague
nor greenhouse gas
but our indifference.
October 13, 2013 by Rosemerry
Not flame, not ice
not locust swarm,
not volcanic ash,
not avian flu
nor nuclear war
not by meteor crash,
oh, our world will end
my love, my friend
in days or ages hence
not by rage nor plague
nor greenhouse gas
but our indifference.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged apocalypse, fire and ice, frost, indifference, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
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Ah ha! A political poem, of a quiet nature, but none-the-less, quite nicely rendered with those nots. And I do so like the inviting tone where the shift does its whammy.