The inland ocean is not a puddle,
but a pond possessed by Satan
Rising, rising, rising
Exerting the pressure
Shaking, quaking
Simply breaking
About ten thousand people gone,
In a whiff
In a vapor
In a flash
On the universal timeline maybe,
but not at the level called human.
Flowing northward, satisfying the
liquid’s penchant to be low and level
Low like a common w***e, ready and able
Level like a bubble between two circles
Encased in plastic
Swimming in antifreeze
And it still rises,
Without pause
Without mercy
Without decency
The polar opposite of the Aral Sea,
eventually leveling off and flowing southeast
Past the stump
Past the bald hill
Past the ants called people
Past the buildings labeled Fisher-Price
Into the waterway named for the color of blood
Into the big puddle in the unexpected province
A precursor to glacial lake rebirth,
and satellites would track the progress
Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
And the metal insects would broadcast
the collective stupidity worldwide
And this time, the survivors of the Katrina disaster
would lash back with their tongues of serrated iron
This is the progress of the natural mother,
in both liquid and human form.
Humanity, by their ignorance, always misdirected
Liquid, by it’s sheer volume, always undirected
It’s the Sacramento scenario on a wider field,
and nature never forgives human ignorance.
And thousands more meet the sickle of Death,
all because humans like to eat and drink.
All because humans have this innate need,
To exist and persist
To strive and stay alive
The biological paradox of humanity,
to drink too much is to drown.
Only when The Long Count runs out,
only when the stopwatch stops suddenly
That is when the devil appears,
and when it appears after a
slow progression, is when
the event occurs
And people think it happened overnight,
without warning.
Oh, poor stupid people!
We are our own worst enemies,
and we can’t change that fact
Especially when it comes to that fluid,
the fluid called water
It gives life and it takes life away,
a sort of demi-god in natural form
The potion is poison, and vice versa,
and pools of potion are full of poison
Chemicals,
Organisms,
Filth aplenty
We are the other devil, the new inland ocean,
the new devil-possessed ponds
But, are we really the devils?
The collective Devil, so to speak.
And the cycle remains, nature unbroken
Water gives life and water takes it all away
Hydrogen and oxygen are the life masters.
The overseers
The undertakers
The wet nurses
The executioners
Two thumbs
outside a rounded ball
of index, middle, ring
and little fingers,
mimicking the character
of a water molecule.
Ten digits make the molecule
visible to the human brain,
And, strangely enough,
the atomic numbers
add up to the total number
of digits in the physical diagram
From a ball with extended thumbs,
opening like petals of a flower at right
moment, the watery symbolism shows
the nature of natural combination
A small amount give requisite life,
A greater amount gives requisite death
And it passes through porous rock,
emerging above from below,
the wellspring of life and death
The Fertile Crescent,
The Nile Valley,
The Mississippi Basin,
The Red River Valley
All basins awaiting the overflow,
but the overflow is a nuclear shockwave.
And, still, we don’t learn that lesson,
because the survival instinct always
outweighs the need for common sense
So much for self-preservation,
so much for passing on the genetic wellspring
We really are stupid creatures,
we really deserve watery graves
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