run aground..

digital decoupage cwmartin

there shall be
no
resurrection
your way
of life
was
caught upon
the wings
of an albatross
headed
out beyond
tomorrow
long before
your eyes
were opened
to this day
look not
to the vast sea
for your fate
but rather
into the tide pools
amongst
the jagged rocks
where gulls
scavenge
for
survival

war dogs…

global
political
corporations
scavenge
tearing away
earth’s flesh
lapping up black blood
like water
feeding
its need
for profit
off
the rotting corpse
of humanity