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Overthrow
by Terry OlynikDull metallic
Drones
Search noiselessly
Through the tangles
Of tall grass;
Shadow predators
Religiously seeking
The legendary
Slab of consciousness -
Instinctively
Seeking it's cool
Black surfaces.
Eternally groping,
In a controlled frenzy,
They strictly follow
Their predetermined
Migratory courses,
Oblivious to the failures
Of their
Previous entities.
II
Hindering waves
Of stifling heat
Pulsate
Slowly from the ground.
Hollow eyes stare skywards,
Awaiting,
With pre-ordained patience,
The descent
Of the searing yellow dust
(Of the Creators)
Into the neon lit valleys.
A welcome termination
Of the regressively evolving
Heavy-brained,
Upright creatures
And their imaginary overlord -
The tri-being.
11/05/2005 Author's Note: On a VERY quiet night, you can hear them - even the crickets hold their breath.
Posted on 11/05/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/10/05 at 11:01 PM The reader can understand this is various ways, one of religion or of something more vague in the course of human events. You define that line clearly, and with poise. Great read, Terry. |
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