Where I once Died

 
Golden phallus of smoking greed kisses a now blackened, clouded sky,

Splashing its filth and fury over the rusted paths, where decades of feet have trodden,

To keep the breath of a rock memory, in a mineralized civilization.


Myriads have come to worship what you’d call “a living,” where everything is dying;

While burning, molten insanities spit out from sparkling tongues, everywhere,

Licking the world, now drained, with metal rivers that flow on, inexorably, to whoever cares.


Never ceasing, never subsiding, not even for the injurious prayers of all humanity.

I know, I was once a numerical cog in that whizzing wheel of madness,

With the shiny brass gods who sat on top, spinning me, not caring if I whirled away into oblivion.


One last time I lost my head, when I swam down those oceans of vociferous demons,

This time alone - smiling once; hope forbidding me to return.

I looked back, saying to myself, “Yes, that was INCO!”