Whale Bones

Random piece, just kind of a stream-of-consciousness thing centered around the idea of our world covered in empty oceans.

An ocean

Drained of water, void of life

Depths untold for eras

Revealed.

We crawl, then

From shores once golden

Now blackened, forsaken

Reviled.

Through sodden wastes

Dead remnants of the deep

Oily black, pooling

Beneath our hands and knees.

What once was vibrant

Bright coral cities

Now brittle and lifeless

A utopic mass grave

A lone crustacean

Scuttles, sporadic

Desperate for the deeper blues

And dies, in damp and clodded grey.

Tangles of sea grass

Cloy to our prone forms

Yearning for heaven

As we writhe further down

With miasmatic fervor

We wallow, wrest and worm

Through a sea with no water

With the hope we might drown

Beneath sullen clouds

Swollen to bursting

Above yawning crevices

That rupture the earth

Beckoned below

By a deafening drone

A cyclopean city

Wreathed in whale bones

Crazed from the thirst

We bury our faces

In the mud of our birthing

And a voice said, "drink deep."

Blind, deaf and dumb

The canyon breathed

And a horrible comfort

Swallowed us whole.

Before earth there was sea

And storms without rain

Pillars of flesh, rivers of pitch

Our primordial plane.

Whatever was man?

Stillborn of Nature

Now weeping with ecstatsy

Her sons have come home

Author's Note

I didn't really write this with the intent of it being any good. It was just ideas and emotions spilling out. So just give me your honest opinions on it, I want to know what feelings it brings out in others.

Reviews

[Ana B.]

Quite a plethora of unusual words . I had to google the meaning of ''miasmatic '' :)A beautiful descriptive of earth's evolution with a fragrance of philosophy, lovely done dear author.

[Dalton Lee]

Thank you Ana B. :)