Original Post Date
2011-05-15 05:54 PM
Original Body
Urban myths hold secrets only revealed
by hidden cameras mandated by the state
while also underneath lies a vast underground so cruel
Our families can try to remain hidden in body armor
or venture forth with no weapon but trust,
a mission possibly ruinous
hiding in oceans swirling in hate propelled by
imagined flippers until we disappear
or to stay behind in smoking ruins, blacking out
There is no chance without maps, our only weakness denial
As for survivors we fathom these waves chancing on treasures
or a fetid corpse
There is little nourishment but hard tack left by others
who have drowned
Their fouled compasses left revealing lost chances,
in communal ruin.
Will you venture forth to stand your ground?