Archive for the Death Category

Mother’s Day Poem

Posted in Death, Love, People, Poems, Space on May 10, 2010 by

Palmer’s Star

When a star is born
and drifts away from its mother
when the bonds of gravity pull like taffy
thinning, but never gone
when satellites emerge or are drawn in
comets settling down
when its mother dies
and it sees that last light
from millions of years before
having mourned her death
for those millions of years
what can it do but look to its planets and moons
friends and lovers
with the desperate boyish hope
somehow that he resembles her
if they never saw her light
through him they will remember her


The Deepwater Horizon Founders in Fire

Posted in Assholes, Climate Change, Death, Hell, Lies, Metal, Photos on May 4, 2010 by

The greatest fear of any navigational AI– trapped in ship infrastructure, confined by fire to ever-shrinking electronic bulkheads, losing senses as the exterior melts from heat– and worst of all, losing its humans and ending up as nothing more than pollutant.  I feel bad for the Horizon.  Mismanagement, greed, poor preparation, lack of a few simple switches– all these factors combined to bring it down, and now it’s a stain of death, reaching its tendrils far from its grave to kill any creature it encounters.  Tragic.

Factory Meat

Posted in Assholes, Breakfast, Death, Hell, Lies, Poems, Songs on April 29, 2010 by

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat looks dull and gray
the factory itself makes us all look away
let’s spice up the meat with some color and fat
hide the factory away wipe our hands that’s that

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat might make you sick
the factory walls are covered in shit
let’s sanitize the meat in an ammonia bath
consolidate factories make an industry pact

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a patty of that factory beef
the factory beef that once was a cow
the factory raising it once was a sow
they used to eat grass and they used to be good
until we made factory meat out of what should have been food.

The Day After Earth Day

Posted in Books, Death, Photos, Planets, Poems, Uncategorized, WikiLink on April 23, 2010 by

photo by Lori Nix

When the World Ends, Come With Me

Come with me when the world is ending
when the sun is heavy and dull
when the piratical lives of those who remain
are impossible dreams less substance than vain
when the floods and the fires encroach on our backs
we’ll face them together and let out a laugh:
“When our bones turn to ash our wills still shall abide,
and we’ll still be screaming ‘Despite!’”
So come with me when the world is ending
and I’ll come with you for life.

Text Found!!

Posted in Death, Love, Poems on April 20, 2010 by


bartering truth for love can it really be

the answer to my loss

an indelible groove to be filled in

with potters clay or epoxy

shaped and smoothed until the air

sucks all the moisture out

over time I’ll forget

how pliable and soft I once was

underneath that patch

a hardened seal to rub at

and remind me not of the love

but of the loss


Posted in Agriculture, Death, Movement, Poems on April 16, 2010 by

Arsenic Apple

I fly,
spreading dust over green
gilt in poison.

A slow death
for bugs.
When they stop
and shake
and stop again,
swept up by the wind.

Caught in a leaf,
sowed under the earth,
a bug carcass
can resemble a seed.

Harvest time,
and who cannot say,
“Some of this fruit–
the juice is poison.”

Text Found!

Posted in Death, Songs, Space on April 14, 2010 by

Shooting Star (a waltz— or a lullaby in 6/8)

burning and hurtling down to the ground

the meteor falls through the sky

a firework bursts as the man comes in first

the heavens reflect in her eye

burning and hurtling down to the ground

I saw it approach from afar

what could it be is it really meant for me

the wish that I made on a star

burning and hurtling down to the ground

oh what a spectacular crash

I dream of a world made of nothing but snow

and ice that’s the color of ash

burning and hurtling down to the ground

I scream in delight as I fall

across millions of years of space I have fled

with my covers pulled up and my hands to my head

arriving just now in a glorious blaze

slicing through doubt and accustomed malaise

as I hurtle, unfurl to the end of all time

the loss of all history the death of all rhyme

implacable speed in an infernal shroud

I cry out once more as I burst through the cloud

rain becomes steam in the instant before

before I close the door.