poem 68 of a poem a day for 2012

zombies are everywhere

"Lord of The Flies" 

and "Heart of Darkness" 

ringing out their dead 

modern humanity 

losing it's bearings

not understanding 

the need to stay 

almost wild 

despite, convenience 

technology can 

sometimes disconnect us 

we still get lost 

at the mercurial intersects

at each of our moral 

compass' rises and falls

what do magnets do 

for all of civilized thought

when tall bright steel 

and concrete buildings

have torn the skies of trees 

like there used to be 

when the suckle spill of 

the grasslands and 

teeming seas waved

waiting to feed us

with its tidal bleed

now,don't get me wrong 

I like big cities

manic mad paces

the skill of quick 

smiles and guiles 

all in places

that there seems to be 

a resource 

allocational dilemma

whereas we might

not have enough 

at present race 

to keep Eden laced 

with enough Liliths 

and Eves

because truth 

be told 

I would rather die 

knowing 

I understood 

the need 

to pray 

for balance 

every where 

every day

so that no one 

ever has to crawl 

mile after mile 

across cut glass 

for a Love of flesh 

that smells 

you towards 

every memory

of a Divine

  

that is unless of course

you want it this way

blood on your palms

and your soles

and your knees

dug in,to stay

EJR (c)