The Second Coming

Among the debris of a lost civilization
mutated survivors
a species no longer known
without home

It is hunters and gathers 2.O
but roles have shifted
for no longer is sex the dominant factor
as the fittest reach the top
of a pyramid where the water
is rumored to be safe to drink

to think...
it would come to this
as horns blossom where
expressions were once more
than need
driven
craving
morals abating

Where the sky now rides below
where day is night
day-glow
24-7
SPF a lost term
now that radio active burn
is the latest trend
minds warp, bend

It is annihilation
fornication
forced and brutal assimilation
as systems engage
and landing gear drops

the dark side of the moon
swallowed whole
in blow-back
thrusters attack
igniting a memory
but for a moment
...not so alien to me.


We're headed out of this world as Charles lights up MeetingThe Bar at dVersePoets with his out of this world prompt.  The perfect time to honor Mr. Bradbury...and perhaps even explore that dark side of the moon before my poem swallows it whole! ;)