See ashen landscape from your fingers
with V8 engines underneath
you crush the earthworms, hear the ringers!
for a withered graveyard wreath.
you ride suburban fiery dragons
the machines of mass-destruction
see the carbon-dioxide wagons
on subsidised oil-production
but when your basement’s under water
you lament for humanity’s slaughter
Why ashen landscape at your fingers?
Filtered image from Iceland
Linked to G-man’s 55 friday 55 word
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March 7, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Everywhere is an ashen landscape… if only we see and feel its presence. Denial is a mechanism that we use but we come to see, as you say, when our basement’s under water.
Thoughtful and powerful writing.
Thank you.. yes soon it’s all ash and water..
Cool writing – I liked the destruction/production couplet.
Marvelous Bjorn!!! such a powerful Image you present through lyrical verses 🙂
nice and gritty…we can not deny what we are doing to our environment and hopefully our landscape is not oe does not become truly ashen.
Well written piece, Bjorn. Sad if mankind doesn’t wake up and Earth really looks like this one day.
Powerful piece, one to make us stop and think and pay attention.
Bjorn My Friend, one can never have too many points of views..:-)
Only yours is MUCH more poetic.
Loved your colorless 55
What a pleasant and classy addition you bring to Flash Fiction 55
Thank you for playing and visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week End
Entirely too true. For years while I bicycled everywhere all my neighbors shook their heads in wonder and claimed there was no such thing as the green house effect. Then again, I doubt I’d convince them now.
it would seem there is no cure for humankind’s folly.
I specially like this part: withered graveyard wreath ~ How sad for the ashen landscape ~ Happy Friday ~
Hey Bjorn–people don’t really want to take responsibility for their own waste, do they? Kind of awful–but good for poetry. Thanks. k.
when will it stop? when it’s all gone to black? ~
Unfortunately, Björn, I fear the landscape and words of this heartbreaking poem may come to pass with all the climate-change deniers out there (there are especially many of them in my country, I’m ashamed to say). When even the graveyard wreaths are withered, you know it’s bad. On another note, it’s a great poem about a horrible reality coming to pass.
It is always a denial when one is faced with questions of moral truth propagated by humankind. The environment takes time to be made desolated and it would be too late by then! Nicely Bjorn!
Hank
I have always appreciated fiery dragons! thanks- and thanks for visiting,
You zinged what needed zinging, in my opinion. I love the desert and other delicate landscapes, and cannot understand people who consider it recreational to mark, damage, and ultimately destroy these special places. (Love this pic of Iceland, too, Bjorn….looks like such a beautiful place.)
Your words ring true. If we don’t take care of this planet, everyone suffers. Many choose to turn a blind eye.