After we released the first of seals,
the fossil beast of white was loose.
The sky was pale and from the sea
we heard the waters groan.
The first of heats was bulbous pestilence
grown from swamps
mosquitoes, rats and flies.
The rivers filled with corpses. Rot.
But some of us survived
pretending we had found a cure,
and thus we broke the second seal.
The second of the heats was red
a righteous anger raising from the south.
and there were daggers, guns and
swords and bombs,
We fought and were
victorious because we lost
and therefore broke another seal.
The third among the heats was a black
from our soil too scorched
we could not harvest grains.
We were a few survivals
but being skin and bones we thought
that there was nothing left to lose
and thus we broke the last remaining seal.
The last among the heats was death,
a blinding paleness, lidless eye.
But only in the face of death
the lamb was lost
we did it all ourselves.
After reading Brendan’s prompt on climate change at toads I could not avoid reflecting on the similarities between what we are doing and the descriptions in Exodus. I will link this poem to Poetry Pantryy as well, before going on a four week’s hiatus.
July 15, 2017