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Pale Blue Riders Pale Blue Riders
by Nikos Laios
2015-01-26 09:45:24
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Pale Blue Riders

They were
Beneath me,
The pale blue
Riders on crested
Backs riding on
Blue-green
Globes

img_0680orange_peel_400Like a
Shining
Gemstone;
Coursing over
The waves,
Over the air;
Over the valleys
And trees,
The light
Scorching
Their golden
Faces.

As the acrid
Smoke curled
Around my hair;
I witnessed It all.

The blood-red
Sun casting its
Deep shadow over
Burnt bones
And cinder,the
Cracked cities
Like dried tinder
Exploding under
Calls of prophets,
Madmen and
Profits.

While the world
Slept in the
Comfort of
Its banality;
The originality
Of its soul
Slaughtered 
Like the rotting
Defecating flesh of
Cattle that once
Dumbly grazed,
Eyes lolling blankly;
Or the spineless
Wobbling jellyfish
That floats in
The deep.

The pale blue
Riders on crested
Backs riding on
The storm
Against time,
Plucking Lost souls;
Adrift and aimless
Like driftwood
Bobbing in
The ocean
Tangled in
Leathery
Green
Seaweed
Strands.

I remember
Those days;
The smell of
Tinder and
Acrid smoke;
Cinder and
Crushed bones.

They were unaware;
Of their consciousness,
Of their choices;
They were products
Of their numb philistine
And instrumentalist
Age.

Hazy eyes
Glazed over,
Heads drooping
Bodies slopping,
Sleeping,dumb,
Numb,chasing.

Snorting
Blow,snow,
Candy cane
White girl;
Shooting up
Mortgages,
Credit cards
And possessions
Up their filthy,
Pathetic veins:
The unimaginative,
Walking dead
undead.

Zombies,
Clones,
Flying
Drones.

They were
Beneath me;
I was aware,
And all I
Could do
Was watch;
The pale blue
Riders on crested
Backs riding on
Blue-green
Globes

As the
Blood-red
Sun
Dipped
Into the sea,
Casting its
Light on
The last
Day.

*************************************************************************

With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

 


    
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