Emily Beck


Something About T.S. Eliot - Poem by Emily Beck

Sorrowful screams of terror echoed through the cosmos.
Smoke tumbling from an evaporated city,
Shadows etched into eternity on suddenly smooth surfaces.
On the outskirts fear plummeted through them
Shaking whimpers from curled bodies,
Blood pooling in all the cracks.
Splattered across a concrete forest.
All of everywhere experienced a moment
Where the world stopped turning.
Across galaxies, something with..
Immeasurable rotational velocity.
A smile cracked in stone.
Speeding toward a milky way,
The greenest thing it has ever seen.
Turning white hot in the atmosphere.
An epic explosion of brimming hell fire
Hurling surviving chunks into the sun itself.
The whimper of a crumbling Earth.
The silence.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014


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