Dead leaves
Author: MarieNickol | Date of issue: 2004
Dead leaves burying the earth,
Sogged, crushed, a heavy heap of bodies.
Once a soul, once a spirit
And now drowned in a sea of corpses!
What enchantment do you find here my imperial towers
Looking at grey flesh, grey machines, grey streets
of trodden wastes?
Do you find excitement in this wet monotony
of lifeless things and lifeless bodies?
Look! Look again! Black blood stains cleaving
to each dead leaf,
Corpses defiled with your dust,
And why do you look away in such haste?
Each leaf is a being yearning to fulfill its existence,
Each a body longing to breathe.
Does your metallic race shine in pride to behold
this blood soaked glory?
Everywhere beautiful rot, fragrance of leaves putrify the earth,
Only the searing wind laments the dead.
Then a blast of its direful roar and
with it the Fall of Humanity!
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