Back To The Beginning Poem by Samantha Bush

Plastered eyes viewing the world

Wishing up the rules

Forward march into the trees

Nothing is found in the city of steel

Nothing is here



Only hollow skeletons of the day’s past





Scrapping plaster from our eyes we see now

Just how pointless our babble is

Just how fake our money can be

Paper shredders are rusted

Matches will do the trick



We see the towering monsters for what they are





Matted grass forms trodden dirt

Mud calloused in crevices that once told us apart

Dreads on our heads and young on our backs

Clothes only clinging to the vitals

All else shredded

All else lost



Mirrors are not welcome to those who wish to forget



And so the once civilized people sink back into the adaptation

Some call evolution

Some think a bang

All looks to creation



When they find themselves bewildered

Stumbling upon the vines

Twisting and curving up

Steel beasts

These people once called homes





They flee at their sight

Spears in hands