And These Are the Islands
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And these are the islands, tiny
green drops On the broad bright blue canvas of tropical seas. And these are the great white wheels spinning like tops, Swallowing mountains as the sea swallows rocks, Swallowing churches and children and trees, Swallowing islands like tiny green drops With their warehouses, schoolhouses, dollhouses, shops, With their dreams and intentions and sweet fantasies, All smashed by the great white wheels spinning like tops That gorge on the profits of energy stocks And the fumes of our lust for convenience and ease, Heedless of islands like tiny green drops And the people who live on them tending their crops Or working in offices, homes, factories, Devoured by monsters spinning like tops In a line of disasters no tragedy stops Despite the raw poignance of powerless pleas … And these are the islands, tiny green drops. And these are the great white wheels spinning like tops. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Audio and Video Music: A Revelation. |