The future stairs, in pixel bites, from monochrome beams, <br />down satellite eyes <br />While the past explodes in a quadrangle weeping <br />from the opposite side <br />Embarrassed acts of devastation <br />come back to me and collide <br />As images of Europa cascade <br />from a fiber optic line <br /> <br /> <br />But all I see is a child with third degree burns <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Small, ingenious sentinels, are quietly calculating <br />subtle maneuvers <br />Around Agenor's quite daughter, <br />unaware of machine intruders <br />Meanwhile, Croatian artifacts, <br />are ripping horrors in my ears <br />It's the ghost of Milosevic <br />who still ravages these years <br /> <br /> <br />Because I see is a child with third degree burns <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It's the carbon dated hairstyles, <br />that indicate the general fashions <br />When Sarajevo was descending <br />to Yugoslavian jackboot fascist <br />And no one in Lašva Valley could see the ascend <br />of I-Macs <br />Since every little boy and girl are found <br />in body sacks <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And still all I see is a child with third degree burns <br /> <br /> <br />Reprieve me, through the vacuum, <br />where shines that celestial sphere <br />Irradiating new hydrogen <br />Imprinting a rich oxygen atmosphere <br />My escape through oceans tundra <br />on molten alien rocky shield <br />A brave new world of vistas <br />that absolve my human fears <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />To never see that little child with third degree burns<br /><br />Kevin Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-i-see-is-a-child-with-third-degree-burns/
