Iceberg

The iceberg was there
and they all pointed
and a couple of crows stood proudly atop.

The iceberg got close
someone said:
"Is that a lawn on there?"
no one answered.

The iceberg got closer
and it bobbed so the crowd moved away
thinking it was dangerous.

Then this horrendous rent
sounding twisting metal
that what they feared was here.

The iceberg was deep, huge and wild
and tore apart their unsinkable ship
as each soul froze
in the life stealing waters
the iceberg began to melt like bitter tears
and all that was left was bones at the bottom of a hole.

A Horde that is Nomore

Surrounded and hounded and bound by a sound of a horde that is nomore.
Perplexed and vexed and trapped and taxed and skinned...
by an undisiplined
well plumbed city
where its waste is unseen--
so, unseemly is its destiny.

Plumed and assumed
in heart flexes the doom
soon to come
in matter that is batter;
see the ocean of the brains?

And an answer but too fancy
on the border the destroyer
dances coming as a friend
and transformer
no tears and pain and no mourners
for a horde that is no more.

Ocean's Dream

War torn
battle worn
dripping water erosion
sea of consciousness
wild waves battering to occlusion
heart of stone
surrounded alone
weird weather shake off
and laughter denile of
toxic water hereafter risen
above gills to lungs freezing
sea green glass Atlas
deluge of throne universal
darkness behold no Sun Moon
no Stars bright to blind unified mind
solid state Belial berate deride till bookends
welcome to Earth friends.