Invaders
.original poetry
by
.
with art
by Zen-Master
and mario837
Invaders
Tongues other than mine
that must not find their way
into the plains of our terran village:
languages of ivory and soapsuds,
wafts of rainbow words imploding,
deflating the earth like a vast balloon.
Chemical-drill English—
defender against monstrosities,
hurling serpents
turned to crossbow bolts
turned to agonies of purple flame.
Vocalizer of chagrin,
builder of bismuth cackles,
acidification
in a momentary cloudburst.
An eroding gamble,
a shelter of steel,
and a mute boy, running—
split into seven doppelgängers
measured by the iris' compass
vanishing into the sacred forest
in a flash of weird angles.
Tongues other than ours:
a barrage of transparent explosives
swim from blasphemous sectors of space,
trickling diaphanous fins,
gemmed hieroglyphics
borne by starred appendages
in gestures of sublimated carbon.
Written by
@d-pend
10/8/18
.
Art by
."Space Hulk" by Zen-Master
"Space Burning Ship I by mario837
"Meridian" by Zen-Master