Poetry: «MODERN MAN»

MODERN MAN

Modern man is a symbol, a whim, an illusion,
a being of sounds, a reflection of light,
who was born from the depths of a storm
in the darkest of nights.
Not on Earth,
no, not Earth but from a dark hole
that protested and cried but at last gave him birth…

He walked through the galaxy and found it quite small,
not a vast, glorious place,
not a wonder at all,
and he searched for sweet waters to moisten his tongue,
maybe searching for life,
maybe searching for death,
things that one never knows
things that poison our breath.

And one night as the moon filled the skies and the clouds rained with love,
he decided to visit and fell from above,
and he walked through the battlefields,
warm still with warm blood,
and he looked and he thought
about all those who fought,
and in that one brief instance he believed that he knew
that the wars of today will bring peace tried and true…

And I saw him run wild,
jumping, shouting with joy,
as he killed worthless traitors
with guns or with toys,
with the future in hand,
and the past in his bones,
he ran through the smoke
and the tears and the pain,
to return to his birth once again…

C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 13 JUN 2022, Miami Beach, Florida, USA