The Black Squares

The black squares
falling from a fair,white sky.
Those intergalactic moons come out and
while buffoons pilfer the whiskey from saloons,
looting the mothers and children
Then sudden zaps of lightening and lost warnings of monkey men.
Eating the fish
raw out of the unsalted seas, abundant with salamanders,
Morphing into sand,
to fill the eternal hour glasses.
The lost time is in hand.
Check out their watches and nostril breathing gases.
Get the picture?
You're a temporary lighting fixture.
The world blinds you,
and holds onto your past.
Every single person autonomously breathing
their last.
Until the next time the black squares turn white and then explode bright
and the night sky,
will die.
Then man will fly, upward
and outward
through the anti-air
without a possibility of stopping
Relentless rocks will knock you
over
to the next age of mankind
Hanging between the landmines
of their space men and sun-gods
Falling from freely distributed grace
through a perfectly stolen space