Morlocks
MorlocksYour whiteness is blinding.
I have seen your glow
bouncing off the moon—
incarnating resonant Tulpas
of ephemeral electricity.
You have eaten the last of the Eloi
and now your stomachs are distended
and radioactive like the ruptured
cooling towers at Chernobyl.
Still,
I could watch you burn forever
against the backdrop
of hedged-in shadows,
as plants and small animals
run through waves of
tidal heat and bake
into glass tektites—
one tiny tree shrew
from extinction—
while birds,
of indeterminate size,
flee as a single
bulbous smudge
of brown vapor.
I see history
in your eyes—turgid
hot springs of mud
and watery lacunae
flecked with a suspension
of copper rivulets
draining into discrete funnels.
Where do they go?
Will you disappear inside them
the way a body from a dream
is gone the very moment
it steps habitually
through the doors
of an elevator?
Will I still feel you
in the nauseating live currents
of velvety darkness
when I gesture silently
and reach for the suctioned
womb of the void?
Can you promise
to disappear?
I need you
to disappear.
JZRothstein
Poetry by Jeffrey Z Rothstein
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Written on 2015-02-27 at 21:55
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