Underground_Network
November 27th, 2010, 10:08 AM
Halidom (The Last Day)
Cadillac hopes crushed beneath
The weight of a compactor
In a junkyard filled with
Phantasms and poltergeist philanderers.
The camera cannot capture the image
Of before so it settles for the aftermath,
The shards of glass spewed from the shattered headlights;
The twisted metal of the chassis and the undercarriage;
The minute flames emitting from the flustering engine.
From the eyes of the eagle soaring up above
The scene is magnificent, opalescent
In the serenity of colors swirling
To form a more beautiful view
Of the downfall of humanity.
The fastidious scavenger
Perusing the makeshift graveyard
Collects half-functioning radios,
Rubber from burnt tires,
And shimmering scraps of metal to be sold on the black market
To buyers who think they’re getting grade A,
When they’re really getting bits and pieces
Of salvaged human loss.
Cadillac hopes crushed beneath
The weight of a compactor
In a junkyard filled with
Phantasms and poltergeist philanderers.
The camera cannot capture the image
Of before so it settles for the aftermath,
The shards of glass spewed from the shattered headlights;
The twisted metal of the chassis and the undercarriage;
The minute flames emitting from the flustering engine.
From the eyes of the eagle soaring up above
The scene is magnificent, opalescent
In the serenity of colors swirling
To form a more beautiful view
Of the downfall of humanity.
The fastidious scavenger
Perusing the makeshift graveyard
Collects half-functioning radios,
Rubber from burnt tires,
And shimmering scraps of metal to be sold on the black market
To buyers who think they’re getting grade A,
When they’re really getting bits and pieces
Of salvaged human loss.