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| A NIGHT IN THE WIND by Robert Margetts |
THE
TIME TO DIE
The blade on the glass face
freezes at 11:59
a malignant omen,
a pernicious reminder
of doom in the air
a whisper of skies
choked with molten ash,
lava‑dark clouds
swallowing daylight whole.
Doves ignite mid‑flight,
their wings curling into
blackened husks
that fall like cursed snow.
Oceans boil to a murderous shimmer,
150 degrees of rising death
on smoldering ash dunes
no scavenger dares to cross.
Lakes shrink to skeletons,
their beds choked with tires,
plastic water bottles,
the detritus of a species
that forgot to listen.
No trout. No minnows.
Only the echo of what once
lived.
Yet the bombs are loaded
And ready to prime
The old men
those architects of ruin
huddle in a steel‑cold
hangar,
their trembling fingers
grazing the button
as fear slicks their palms
with the stench of rotting
sweat.
How do they face their own reflections,
those nefarious shadows
staring back,
knowing the future demands a
sacrifice
they are too cowardly to name?
To survive,
he must read the hidden
lines,
step across the event horizon
a pull so absolute
not even a god could resist.
The hangar air curdles with dread.
The second hand refuses to
move.
The circle closes.
The hourglass waits to be
overturned.
One press,
and the human story ends
in a single,
shuddering breath.
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| ROBERT MARGETTS |
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS POEM?
this poem is an apocalyptic meditation on human self‑destruction, told through imagery that blends environmental collapse, political terror, and cosmic inevitability. Its meaning unfolds across several layers
