When Nobody Wins


The heat emanating from her bowels,
Now overcome with the toxic air.
Many have succumbed to their fouls,
They disappeared, no longer there…

Where have they gone, where could they run,
To escape the wrong and what they’ve done?

Bodies hardened against the molten rise,
Curled against its constant offenses.
Listen to their pain in echoing cries,
Stripped bare of their final defenses.

Where are they now, hiding their sins?
Wondering how, when nobody wins.

I lay unable to move from the pounding heat
That reverberates the air that becomes my breath.
This is where two realms finally come to meet.
This is where life transitions and becomes my death.

No one survives. Wars are insidiously fought.
Eventually the planet will cool, histories pass,
Taking the lives of so many, and for naught…
Vitrification creates a beautiful orb of glass.

From out there, the galaxies watch in dismay,
Lest this be their tomorrow created today.


Written by M Teresa Clayton
Inspired by the art of Peter Gric












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