9Apr/070
Poem: Extinction
A poem that didn't make the cut for the 2007 Easter Journey.
I replaced it with the more ambiguous 'Off The Grid'. Perhaps I should have kept it. But the installation already had dark themes and this felt just too despairing. Gethsemane is not about the end of all things, it is just a place we walk through.
extinction
my lips break
when I try to pray
for the world
it spins so fast
the times blow a gale
pain overwhelms me
industrial genocide
garden to necropolis
in my generation
what is there to say
that is not agony?
that is not despair?
we have slept
the night was long
and even our awakening
kills things
