Burning Ship

The computer-generated
burning ship colored in sickness
floats ethereally across the darkness
infinitely so, eternally burning
and just below the slimy bow
is the human wreckage
that has fallen off
over and over again
to escape the
perpetual flames
they ignited on their
own beds because they
failed to snuff out
their own cigarettes.

And, like any other fractal,
the pattern repeats eternally
just like the patterned baldness
of the overall human mental prowess.

A million years from now,
the fractal of human stupidity
will still be a burning ship
covered in the color of sickness,
floating ethereally and eternally
across the everlasting darkness,
and the human wreckage will
keep diving into the murky sea
of nihilistic, pointless death.

It's what we know best.

Author's Note

Reviews

[...]

. so true ... and sadly so ...
. stunningly poetic writing ...

[Teri B]

You are such a cynical pessimist, Kenneth! And yet, I like your work...go figure! *grins* The usual suspects are here...grim despair, bleak reality, muted sadness!