Because of human stares,  the sky was flushed

Shy of human eye,  the sky was flushed
A rosy red more delicate than grace.
Why, high above the earth, its blood had rushed

By electronic media, light out-pushed
Until we seemed to see a tortured face
Shy of human eye,  the sky was flushed

Towards this  bleed, this rash, the trees rose lush
Like forests of the tropics, they embraced
Where high above the earth, the blood had rushed

Its weight could sink Titanics, even crush.
The moon and stars would, screaming, be effaced
Because of human stares,  the sky was flushed

Too much has risen for the  heavens to grasp
And down the blood will stream .vermilion traced
Downfall follows, hear  our warheads  crash

Well, tell us what exactly is the case
You say an unknown being lost their face.
Where shy of human eye,  the sky was flushed
Why, high above the earth, its blood had rushed

 

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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