
Father of Sci-Fi
the Heat Hearth Ray is here
temperature gauges molten high
and we keepeth saying
thou hast Locusts for Eyes,
Digging deep, molechian
releasing gaseous meths insane
cursive wooden canes
corruption rife
Father of Woe and Strife,
Old Man of Borneo cries
because his homely home fries
the skipping Unicorn of the North died
took its place with the dodo
and white blackened lies,
The predator never softens
its invisible man-like face
with fossil fuelled Gatling paint
charmed mummied balms
beware of baying similed bait,
Watching morphological clay
take on iron bayonetted Centurion
Dalekian-like turreted firepowered display,
Degenerated eliminated biological decay
Gray calls out to fish bellied Lover of They
‘Listen, I have seen these terra-aliens
with row upon row of destructed guillotined
bloody finned melee!’,
Did Man only crawl out since 18th Century
mangle-mired oily burned dimly lit
Anti-Cyclic way?
– conservation poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright © 11th July 2021.