POEM: ‘The Lonely Genius’


The Lonely Genius

Walked across the ruble, all that remained

Of the war he saw coming

The Genius was warned

Do not exist too loudly, as not to frighten

The minds of those who could only see

The Genius plotted

He hoed, he sowed, he weeped

He waited

The Genius prayed

He listened, he doubted

He waited

The Genius forgot

He slowed

He stopped

The ground rumbled, slowly


The Genius shook with all the world

Watched as it tumbled at his feet

Surrendering to the sky

The Genius died

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