Forsaken TearsA Poem by Odin RoarkNature as arbiter remains disadvantaged, as amidst the growing climate change debate, some ague it is already too late, while the coveting powerful adjust their obstructive blinders.
Forsaken Tears
by Odin Roark Once of white tundra pure, Now but violated virgin gray, Shame melts unceasingly Beneath man’s heated draft. Desperate blue ice crystals Losing their final battle with denial’s hot breath Sadly become but vaporous ghosts Awaiting involuntary demise. Floating atop broken slabs, Remnants of millennia’s iced over waters, Seal and bear peer wistfully for signs of mercy, Finding only more drifting everywhere, Going helplessly nowhere. Once of joyous habitat, The snowy owl soars where a dimming sun Awaits a sky turning black, Its open eyes now but slits squinting At the coming darkness of nothingness. Thousands of miles away Suffocation’s parts-per-thousand Becomes more dense and toxic All in the duplicitous name of progress. Conscienceless bottom-lines expand with bonuses and dividends As solipsists of profit ignore the ocean’s stealth-like creep, An unforgiving retribution ascending toward beach house shorelines Like a seething world of forsaken tears Grieving fruition’s morally corrupt. Amid Nature’s mourning, Reason slowly drowns beneath man’s gluttonous greed, Leaving behind its last breath of sanity, As volition’s final gasp goes unheeded. © 2014 Odin RoarkReviews
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StatsAuthorOdin RoarkTalent, ORAboutBackground in NY/LA entertainment and arts, Now Novelist/Poet/Humanist. Two novels published: ECHOSIS, 3 WAY MIRROR. Poems published in "Said and Unsaid" Vol 1. In 2012 - 2 volumes of my poetry were.. more..Writing
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