The Force
Outside, eerie orange sky,
clogged with smoke and ash,
sun snuffed out, air frigid and
as dark as when locusts swarmed
over Pharaoh’s realm.
One could believe
the end of the world is near.
Or that evil beings in the east
who speak with forked tongues,
have cursed us the way Darth Vader
challenged Skywalker’s fight for good.
Maybe this is how Mars became
the dead red planet. Martians forgot
to protect their environment.
Deception, greed for material things
mushroomed into a great gray
cloud of toxic depravity.
Earthlings, it’s still not too late.
Keep your light sabers on hand,
glowing and humming…
May the force be with you.
Kate Aver Avraham loves words whether she is writing them, editing them or reading them. She has been published numerous times, including her recent book of poems, Arms of My Longing from Blue Light Press. She lives in Aptos, Ca. at the glorious edge of the redwood forest.
Outside, eerie orange sky,
clogged with smoke and ash,
sun snuffed out, air frigid and
as dark as when locusts swarmed
over Pharaoh’s realm.
One could believe
the end of the world is near.
Or that evil beings in the east
who speak with forked tongues,
have cursed us the way Darth Vader
challenged Skywalker’s fight for good.
Maybe this is how Mars became
the dead red planet. Martians forgot
to protect their environment.
Deception, greed for material things
mushroomed into a great gray
cloud of toxic depravity.
Earthlings, it’s still not too late.
Keep your light sabers on hand,
glowing and humming…
May the force be with you.
Kate Aver Avraham loves words whether she is writing them, editing them or reading them. She has been published numerous times, including her recent book of poems, Arms of My Longing from Blue Light Press. She lives in Aptos, Ca. at the glorious edge of the redwood forest.