When I first revisited this, I first thought it was going to be a humorous one that I wrote, but soon found otherwise. Will we, as inhabitants of this large planet Earth, let things go this route, or continue to disregard the subtle signs of man’s ignoring what we are doing to the domain we live in? OK, the name is sort of weird, I admit…….
Such, may be the bones withering to yellow dust
With seagulls flying by with reddened eyes
The smokestack spews forth sulfurous spume
As fish look for something no longer there
An oozy quagmire bubbles and ferments – almost alive
Created by the one most vulnerable by its presence – man!
The lonely toad belches forth a rumble of noise
Hearing instead only an echo of itself – puzzled
So big a world, so gigantic – never fear it was said
A lie, a misconception found out too late
Such may be the bones of all some day
Turning to dust in the eerie somber light
GLORB to GLORB and dust to dust!!!!!