Do you like it when the stars collide?
In the distance like a glistening light show.
Fireworks flickering at random,
With spontaneous bursts of energy.
I look at it with disdain.
The rocks, infused with red hot rage
Bombard the ground underneath.
Giant bodies tumble,
Threatening to explode in fiery inferno.
Prime ministers throw live bodies
At each other.
Pre-made, manufactured, packaged
Abundant, disposable ones.
All for the greater good.
Oxygen sucked out of lungs produced
En masse.
But don't worry for they go for cheap.
More come from the factories that pump them
Wave after wave.
They feed the spark that everyone enjoys.
The marvellous, spectacular joy
As we watch from afar the brazen
Inanimate stars collide.
Those that past,
We condemn at every age;
They provide the stars in vivid pages
Etched deeply in history.
Its perpetuation remains a mystery.
YOU ARE READING
Snippets
Poetry"Snippets" is a collection of what I deem to be the best of my early poetry. Often written late at night, I like to think of them as snippets of my phenomenological experience at certain points in life, a memory of thought out of time that I can rea...
