golden fliers of Ireta
the Anthropocene
of Medellin
warns readers
of the golden fliers of Ireta
with their own stinky sunshine
and deformed parallelograms
of barely undulating fringe
dripping wet sheets
in a dark dripping forest
the outsiders
can sneer all they want
pentadactyl development
is not an anomaly
it's just one of nature's
little conundrums
we all have our own
cryptic flaws
watch us have our day
we need infrared beams
to penetrate
the eternal cloud coverage
over the land of colored lakes
their torsional ores
and underground mineral stores
test our sinews
we must find the old cores
and uranium deposits
too many precious metals to collect
and smith into arcane tools
send down along
distinct capillaries
carrying copper capsules
for the operations of
mothership space
we are not indigenous
to this strange land
we're smelly strangers
the locals are hardly arthropods
shaking my head at this quandary
what pleasant peasantry
enslaved by the command of my riches
stored in a continental basin
with petroleum pools
let the coring expedition begin
well have to dig
around the skeletal remains
on a bountiful
botanical excursion
evaluate your competence
begore taking umbrage
I fear not of the karmic debts
for raping this smelly Earth
and usurping this rock candy mountain
the carrion eaters
haven't come yet
to take away my sinful soul
"ha ha" I say to the naysayers
too afraid of the dragons
on this planet
and interdimensional ghouls
our survey is long from completion
I hate to state
deep sea manganese dredging
must continue
so continue as you were
we'll reach the inland sea
before the last speck of gloom
you'll retire only after a long day
of brutal physical struggle
a series of bright black eyes
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16598159-golden-fliers-of-Ireta-by-Colvet
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