Poetry

busy

written by: alf hickey

busy trying to be busy
sleeping to the clock,
ticking to the time
the body carks it

what legacy to leave ?
money, house, children ?
nothing, nothing
some nutrition for the soil

why write on broken paper
in stored characters hidden
in a machine of noise
cyberspace

remnant of lost souls
stored away
downloaded earth
uploaded heaven

a new ancestry
genetic memory
engraved in unit symbols
of another cancerous code

the rubber helix unwinds
spinning the propeller
to our God
to angel form we reborn

the memory of earth
is melted by light of a new Sun
stars entwined
no space and all space one

growing eternity by a will
not lonely anymore
friends ignite desire
past pain erased in fire