Prison ship to nowhere
Venus
Shall I reveal from under my cloak
What we shall become as we take
This wild ride to our
destruction?
Contrary Venus meekly sits in
wait
As this Earth so smug and proud
Is in pursuit of twin-ship with
Mars
Stupid man so wise counts cash
His beloved paramour swirls her
skirt
With cruel unconcern and they care
not
To look through the future’s lens
Whilst hoarding useless trinkets
And goods to sell whilst building
Unwittingly a prison ship to nowhere
very nice I really like those last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThat last line sounds like a nail in the coffin.
ReplyDeleteThe last line is a killer.
ReplyDeleteOften we know not what we do....
ReplyDeleteLove the metaphor with planets....we're missing the points - prison ship in nowhere - one line poem by itself...
ReplyDeleteProfoundly at variance with your usual, and very good indeed. I too like your last line.
ReplyDeleteThat first bit didn't read right - your usual is good too!
ReplyDeleteWhenever I enter the shopping centre in Weston Super Mare (which god knows is depressing in itself they play 'Road To Nowhere' (Talking Heads) )..you have penned a far weightier and wiser version..although trinkets..hmm..can be fun and they do sparkle near heat..
ReplyDeleteNot at all like your usual. We do seem to spend a lifetime mostly oblivious to what is truly important.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
The last line .... wow ... that struck hard !!!
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid that many are on a prison ship to nowhere...unwittingly...
ReplyDelete'Tis fate, I'm sure. You're fated to be a great poet!
ReplyDeleteOld Egg, I was just talking to a friend today about the trips to Mars, and I wonder why? Who wants to do? This poem brought that subject to mind profoundly.
ReplyDeletePamela
¨*who wants to do that*
DeleteStrong piece, OE. I love the imagery, and your subject. a prison ship to nowhere. I agree.
ReplyDeleteThis is SO GOOD!
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