The weather looks gloom
Surprisingly, the flowers bloom
And birds chirp noisily on a dark night
When amazingly bats fly in broad day light
I couldn’t imagine seeing a green sunset
So amazing I felt glued to my television set
Are my eyes deceiving me?
A storm of fishes clasped with metallic teeth
And gills of iron
Fishes’ pisces puffing smoke onto worms
Wriggling in their path
The everglades and fruitful coral of young plants
Exchanged as plankton
In return for water weeds
With the old ones thorn apart like broken threads.
With such strange loom
What can I say then?
We are headed for doom