Our March Towards the Gallows

Silhouettes and shadows
movie-like pictures
a march towards the gallows
we cling to our scriptures
people will gather
to scream at the sun
crippled and starving
blinded and stunned


Dry dusty creek beds
eyelids that blister
the sun bakes the souls
of our brothers and sisters
drowning in browning
we swim in the heat
we try to rise-up
but we’re stuck
to our seats


Empty grain silos
bellow in sorrow
yesterday’s gone
and so is tomorrow
black acid raindrops
clover in chains
red sun burnt babies
enveloped in pain


Deep-fried personas
both masons and millers
chewing on earwigs
and burnt caterpillars
trees beg for water
dead deer in the field
a skin-and-bone future
Earth’s fate is now sealed


Plenty of warnings
ignored by the masses
dancing in dust bowls
and blue greenhouse gasses
the sea starts to boil
the wind turns to fire
we gasp and we rasp
before we expire

Geoffrey Reilly is a skilled, passionate, and collaborative information designer and writer with over 30 years of experience in the software industry.  He lives in Warren, RI with his wife, two sons, and their dog, Pepsi.
In his spare time, he writes essays, poetry, and (every now and then) short stories.
You can find his creative endeavors on his blog site, Bending the Needle – Truth Hurts and on his personal website.

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

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