Relic One, a Poem

Our Asphalt Dreams
Fucked Us Over So Hard
We Don’t Even Know Which Way Is Forward
And the Populous just screams
For more easy Answers
And Our Rivers Overflowed
Rushing Our Children Deep Into Our Arms
And Our Hands Buried Themselves in the Dirt
The Rusted Car Door
Sang a Song So Sweet
As the Trees Fell Down One by One Around Our Ears
And the Funnels Sucked All Life To the Sky
And how They Fucked Us
With their Stories Of Redemption
How We Had Deserved What We Got
And How the Faithful Would Survive
And How the Power Lines
Fell Like Trails
Leading Us Home In Their Glory
And How the Radios Played Their Static
As a Song for Endless Days
And How the People Clutched Each Other In Their Arms
Watching Their Lives Fall With Their Tears
Clutching Soldiers, Strangers, Enemies and Buildings
And How The Hands That Reached From the Sky
Threw Us Across the Seas
And How The Flickering TV played it’s symphony in white noise and colored-bars
Teaching Us All
About What Life Might Have Been
And How They All Ignored It
How They Told Us Nothing Was Wrong
As The Soil Died Beneath Our Feet
How They Told Us To Remain Calm
As The Wind Picked Up the Crowd
And Threw Them To the Stage
And How We All Closed the Blinds
And Ignored the Screams From Outside
And Turned On the Radio
The TV
Opened the Paper
And Pretended It Was Nothing
And How We All Just Laughed It Off
Until We All Lay Clutching Together In Bed
Plunging Our Fear Into Each Other
And How We Just Woke Up The Next Morning
And Ventured To Anywhere
Intending to Find Something
And How We Just Let the Waters Wash Our Neighbors Away
And How We Just Let the Power Coarse Through Their Brains
And How We all Just Dipped Our Heads Deep Beneath the Soap
And How We All Just Went on As Normal
And How We All Just Plunged the Force-Fed Food Into Our Mouths
And How We All Just Screamed And Screamed At The Wall Until We Were Hoarse
And How We All Just Climbed Up To the Attic And Clasped Fingers and Prayed the Noise Would Stop
And How We Just Beat Our Fists Into a Bloody Pulp, Staining the Wall
And How We Just Let the Banging Pass By
And How, The Morning After, We All Climbed Up Onto Our Roofs
To Witness The New Landscape
The New World
The New Place We Had Created

Rubsam '07