Freedom (at last)

Freedom (at last)

The stars settle,
stark and no sparkle;
the moon a bleak blotch;
the sky placenta pink
over soft sand.

The waves wither,
murky and mucky;
the fish flop and flap,
their gills clutched, gutted
by time’s tentacles.

Bulging green bubbles
hiss on the horizon
where the water vanishes;
where the icebergs grind
and grumble and crumble.

Man-made mess;
we watch on, watch on
as the earth swallows itself,
taking all of the treasures
we took for granted.

We wait for the water
and wonder why this came to be;
while we stab each other
in the name of survival:
all man want is to be free.

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