When the Dead Speak

When the Dead Speak

A Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci

a haiban


When the Dead Speak


Pristine lands filled with vistas beyond imagining are becoming a thing of the past. Man’s need for trivial things has swallowed the land into the belly of the beast. Technology has brought with it chaos, isolation, pollution and confusion.  Those bygone days of fresh air, picket fences, and go-carts are gone forever.


the dawn’s yawning mist

covered nature’s tapestries; 

when buffalo roamed




Took a drink out of Walden’s Pond; threw up for hours. Just had a gourmet delicacy; a juicy steak of red wolf, one of the last of its kind. It was delicious. On any given day in the African Veldt an elephant is lured away from the herd and is slaughtered for her tusks. The Ivory trade is thriving - extinction on the horizon.


sunlight’s shadows  drift

in and out amongst the clouds...

the dodos’ last song




It’s all a hoax; all those dead people are lying. Only suckers and idiots die for their country, but only the brave play golf in the rain without a hat. Believe in what I say, not what you see. We’ll follow him till the end of days or at least until Election Day - then we’ll see.  


a crocodile smile...

bull-frogs in the bogs

get their feet stuck in the mud



chaos is contagious �" don’t let it swallow the world �" take a deep breath: vote









© 2020 Robert Francis Callaci

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Added on October 28, 2020
Last Updated on October 28, 2020
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Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL

My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..