An electric cable twists through concrete
The way a slither hangs on to a snake
Portable devices decorate this land
Sending signals, lending light to the human pulse
The collected beat of a million hearts
Detonates minds, and the eyes
Of the innocent stare through glass
Into a palace of lies and deceit
The mutating magical machine
Of the man with the golden glow
Is nothing next to the touch of
Bare feet on planet Earth
Faces come together and noses
Press hard on a window to see
The ship set sail as it
Drifts away from the land
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Lovely! Just lovely!
Very nice. Love the second stanza especially!!
I do not call this lovely, It is a warning to be noted, man must plant his feet firmly and hold dear what he has, the ship of dreams sails from port carrying lost souls who were cruelly cast out..my take on this excellent ink
Clarice, Sometimes the words set sail right into my dark heart. I don’t relish being a doom-monger, however, writing poetry means I can’t hide. You absolutely got it.