The Open Skies
Breathing in deeply that autumnal decaying smell
where the summer dies in little gasps
and I follow behind in my allergic hell
wiping away tears, dodging insane wasps
The wild bears come out at night
feasting on the rotting spoils of war
beneath the apple tree
the air scented with bitter vinegar
Listen carefully
can you hear the stifled cries?
another species wiped out
right between the headlight eyes
The echo just ricochets
off into the darkness
through this landscape,
so empty, vast, fake
Where is this new frontier?
an unobstructed view so crystal clear?
up a million miles in some highrise
the only way to touch the open skies
mathiasthom
written 10/13/11
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