It reminds me the way snow starts falling slowly at first, then more and more.
The first tendrils of smoke were like small clouds drifting by but as the day grew longer it was more and more.
The night seemed oppressively dark and just wrong… like there was evil upon the wing...
The morning brought darkness and despair... What could it be that the desert was dark at midday?
Was the apocalypse upon us? Yes it was we found out soon enough, some mad man decided to play God and he smote the earth with wrack and ruin…
While flying up north later that day I witnessed the Apocalypse first hand…burning pools of oil soiling Mother Nature’s fine landscape…
Soaring immense clouds of smoke filling the air blotting out the sun…
As if the world were closing its eyes to hide from the shame of what a man had done…
Days passed and no relief… the rains came and the world was covered in black oil coated drops… Mother Nature wept.
Note: This poem is for the men and women of many nations that dared to stand up for the little guy. It is about the smoke created by the oil well fires set deliberately in 1991 by a sick and demented madman. The picture was taken during midday flying into Kuwait international airport the second day of the Ground war. So as you can see it is dark as night and a sad sight to see. That is an oil well burning on the ground, one of the many that were destroyed by a madman.
The first tendrils of smoke were like small clouds drifting by but as the day grew longer it was more and more.
The night seemed oppressively dark and just wrong… like there was evil upon the wing...
The morning brought darkness and despair... What could it be that the desert was dark at midday?
Was the apocalypse upon us? Yes it was we found out soon enough, some mad man decided to play God and he smote the earth with wrack and ruin…
While flying up north later that day I witnessed the Apocalypse first hand…burning pools of oil soiling Mother Nature’s fine landscape…
Soaring immense clouds of smoke filling the air blotting out the sun…
As if the world were closing its eyes to hide from the shame of what a man had done…
Days passed and no relief… the rains came and the world was covered in black oil coated drops… Mother Nature wept.
Note: This poem is for the men and women of many nations that dared to stand up for the little guy. It is about the smoke created by the oil well fires set deliberately in 1991 by a sick and demented madman. The picture was taken during midday flying into Kuwait international airport the second day of the Ground war. So as you can see it is dark as night and a sad sight to see. That is an oil well burning on the ground, one of the many that were destroyed by a madman.
7 comments:
wow, great prose and so poetic!
Beautifullly crafted - those scenes were so painful to watch on TV, for the reasons which you have so eloquently documented here. I can't imagine being there...
Paul, I can feel everything you describe in this piece, the pain, the memories that still haunt. You put a lot of yourself in this piece and it shows. I can't imagine being there.
Nicely written. A sad event.
Beautifully written. The madness that people act out and endure is so unnecessary most of the time and so tragic.
Beatiful, if terrifying.
wow, i remember that scene.. thinking the same thing you have so aptly described....
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