Friday, November 18, 2011

Glowing Cores

We are all held subject by determined nations
And the determination of planners intent
On lashing the flanks and not restraining
The reins of the dark horses of night

They champ and thunder
In anticipation of the silence

You who thread the darkening looms
Who kindle the currents coursing through wires
And charge the air earth and water of our being
Beware the fruits of your projections

The dangerous matters you have gathered
Seethe softly in darkened silos
In hollow vessels plying silent under ocean storms
And glowing cores of hellish boilers

And still you plan for more