PLATEAU
it is a beautiful planet
a picture postcard world
without parallel
or once was,
somewhat in decline these days
but still, sadly,
a place of
barbarity, foreboding, danger
she dark imaginings
amongst
it’s most extreme creatures
place where
grace is
lethal
colour is camouflage
and things
have learnt the vital lesson
never to
seem
exactly what they be
and here we now return
after so much time
to see
how much has changed
how much
remained the same
what exceeded
and what fell short of,
far short of,
our expectations
must be something in
the atmosphere
so inimical, utterly
resistant to
growth in awareness
movement to understanding
breathtaking when
you consider the lost potential
this need to settle
for
permanent impasse
level
down to
low plateau
poems 2 die for 