Distortress
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

We are a species we just don't know
For reasons we do not share
Still we research while fullmoon glows
And reach up those unknown stairs

We see through the clouds that whisper
Even when the skies are clear
But if they sing we will never listen
We just screech out our despair

We reach up to faraway stars
Even though we have a large one near
We name them Emily, Leif, and Lars
Even though they are our names not theirs

We stand on the planet and wonder
While havock torches our claims
Because we know that Zeus doesn't shed thunder
We just gave him one other name