Aug 302012
Like the innards of space
Deep, wide and uncharted
So you were, perhaps
Before puberty’s sun
Set upon your star
You fine sands untrampled
Your blackholes undiscovered
Your vegetation
Rich and luxuriant
Your atmosphere unpolluted
Shielded by the ozone layer.
But space is God’s playpen
For restless man
He who must boldly go
Where no other has
A probe here
A thrust there
And a virgin planet
Is discovered and desecrated
Now, you hover aimlessly
In uncharted space
A burnt-out star
Collapsed into a blackhole
Waiting, perhaps
To be rediscovered
By restless man.
(Inspired by the song “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” by REM)
It has done the world much good, these explorations into virgin…territories.
Let the explorations continue.
Amen.
I don’t see how the title relates with the poem.
A dirge for lost virginity abi? Wandering though, why didn’t you make it a poem on the act itself? sweaty, beautiful coitus, or not. This is shrouded…
hmmm, depth and beauty , nice. Well done.
Na wa O! Vivid descriptions…