Hovering Lights


Something deep beneath the ground

screened by a camouflage of wizardry
deep within a forest – concealed by
steel and glass, rooms where work
by foreign hands – accumulate among
us – filtered in as bees at dusk and yet
a city is filled with pride.

Promises from Heads of State’s of
prosperity – while armed men stand guard
near rooms of white, so we watch
at a distance in the middle of the night –
odd colored lights extend toward the sky
where lights are greeting by a strong beam
of light, hovering to join together.

In daylight – workers gather wearing
badges on their chests and checking
in – by starring at a screen – inspecting
the retina of their eye – but every night
as a city sleeps – if you stare above the
tallest pine – an array of lights from the
unknown visits to inspect this ground.
A grand display – built to help the future
for your children, and boost the economy.

Impossible to pronounce the names who
gather here – lists appear in local news so
neighbors greet and meet – included are
prestigious folks to the trivial, unimportant,
replaceable keeper of the ground – eyes have
seen more than two thousand souls beneath
the ground.

Plans began long ago when colored lights had
left this forest, and no one deemed the stories
true – until you stood too watch, on a clear night,
a midnight sky when one last light shall hover, alone.

It will end when day turns to night and colors
no longer bright, meet one last blast of light –
no longer shall a clean room exist, no visitors
to pass a guard at a gate.

No our earth, robbed of natures beauty, taken
further into our universe, to start once more.

  1. Avatar of Maria Costello
    Maria Costello says


  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Maria, thank you for your comment, as I posted, this is the world, nature, power, energy and how it ends and begins – once more. Sincerely, Nancy

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