The earth is flat.
We covered it with brick and girder,
Squashing down mountains, forests and waterfalls,
Forgetting to leave a breathing hole.
Soon we will gasp and fry.
The gods watch,
Unmoved,
Rustling chips in the pan,
A dash of ketchup on the side.
Linking this to The Sunday Muse (http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/04/sunday-muse-207.html). Thank you Carrie for another tempting selection of images.
Writing Whatnots 
When I think of the gods regarding the mess we made, I imagine them doing similar…😅
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And, god, what a mess!
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Well. That left a chill crawling up my back.
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The future is a scary prospect. Thank you for reading and commenting Wyndolynne.
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me too! 😟
sincerely,
David
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You have nailed some harsh truths on the poetry wall here. A powerful write Marion!
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Thank you for the image Carrie. I thought it would take me to a brighter place- but apparently not!
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The gods watch, unmoved, as we create our own misfortune. Well said.
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Thank you Sherry. Yes, I think they do.
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Goldfish nuggets! Thankfully there is still a patch of wilderness left. Took me 40 years to find it. Or perhaps Marion, I just traded my fishbowl for a terrarium?
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Love that image Rob.
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The sarcasm of the last three lines is haunting
Happy Sunday
Much💛love
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Thank you for visiting Gillena. Happy Sunday to you too
❤️
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Oh, yeah; we’re toast.
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Yup!
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Signs of our time … ketchup on the side the only positive! A great poem, Marion.
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What an image! A prediction!
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Thank you Sunita!
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Thank you Helen (
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The Flat Earth Society may be right after all.
Are you a member?
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Lol
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