Environmental Poem

In my creative writing class, I read fellow peer Steven Montanez's poem and knew right away I had to share it with the viewers of my blog. It's an environmental poem that focuses more on the terror and repercussions of global warming, urbanization and destruction of natural resources. It is full of frightening imagery that might just scare you into recycling. Take a look.

The End Before the End by Steven Montanez

Sip Sip Sip
Straw draws empty juice box slurps.
Pump Pump Pump
Wells drain dry and fish flop to a suffocating death of fresh air.
Bleed Bleed Bleed
Bullet wounds from rounds of mortar and shrapnel carve carcasses into desert sands.
Burn, Burn, Burn
Forests bare as an ocean is of trees.
Blink, Blink, Blink
Open your eyes to a forest washed up on shore, cemented over by a sky-scraping citadel urban continent super machine.
Grind Grind Grind
Gears of repentance, sorrow in greasy lubricated greed churning turbines.
Run Run Run
Monsters are coming. Out of the woods? No, woods are no longer scary.
SShh
Silence lurks, uneasy, queasy creeping up on you like a slow moving car following you down a street of tucked in houses sleeping under the faint glow of the moon through the ominous overcast thick as smoke stacks from coal scorching industrial cast-iron.
Help Help Help
Babies’ cries sets off fire alarms and wake death.
Please Please Please
Come home, the phone rings relentless,
Fires blaze fierce outside, faucets turn, there is no water.
Carry the world’s babies to the front door, a tree limbs split,
Gash open roofs like the crash of God’s ax.
Steam rises off the floor, sizzles, carbon dioxide sneaks in through holes in the house.
Cold Cold Cold
Temperature plummets like a skydiver with a grand piano on his back.
Shiver, quiver in the corner, curl the blanket unfurl, unravel
Acidic gravel pushes up through square black and white kitchen floor tiles,
Skin like frost bite ran under scolding water.
Quick Quick Quick
Think fast as clouds collapse heavy with nuclear man-made elements,
Inflamed chunks of sun soar through the opaque atmosphere,
Ice caps crumble like stale bread,
Gigantic gaseous Saturn sits upon the heart of the Atlantic afraid to drown.
Whales flung from the furious sea atop of suburban backyard tear drop pools,
Radiation eats the red sky as it digests into blustery force-pull twisting tornados,
Sweep up debris left along edges of earthquake faults filled in with molten lava.
The part of a movie where the action slows to a freeze and melancholy music is played,
The credits roll…

Copyrights to Steven Montanez. Please do not use without permission.