A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Whistle Blower
Keep a close watch on
The TV monitor, resplendent with static snow flakes as
It’s images keep me alive, willing
To which end?
I don’t know when lies become truth and
I’ve never seen the end of the series, but it’s a molotov cocktail of different colored liquids
Abstraction into abstraction, rainbow badges and
what is
A clear call to the aboriginal tithe
I’m keeping count of every skipped heartbeat until they equal an ending as I tried each match to light the cloth
See where the show gets good, where the drama starts and ends with white
Tinged laces, feathers falling from useless wings, roaring and ranting venomous creatures
Great divide. There is a chasm between you and I, right and left, sane and salvation
Tuning the antennae to see the subtitles
Keep a guarded heart and mind, shatter
Scatter, burst and burn.
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