Thursday, 23 November 2017

"SURVIVORS": A Poem Inspired By The 1951 Sci-Fi Film, "Five"




SURVIVORS


From Big Ben to the Eiffel Tower

Doomsday warnings wail hour after hour:
Imminent collapse of the human race!
And in a flash the world is laid to waste.



A shocked raggedy-doll stumbles and staggers

Along aimless paths seeking survivors,
While calling out plaintive piteous pleas
Of, “Can anyone help me please!”



The path leads Raggedy-doll to another:

A sensitive Poet and Philosopher
Waving absurdity laid bare and unfurled
Of a once cheap honky-tonk of a world.


Here comes a beetle-browed financier,
Well – just a mere assistant cashier
Counting out a life paid in denial and delusion;
Here he enters in wide-eyed confusion.

Supporting him is the Black Samaritan
Strong of shoulder, pride and passion,
Who once dreamt of being something
more,
Only to end up minding a door.


“I am one who was once blind but can now see;
Who once had settled for a piece of security
In a city where I had never seen the lights,
Nor till now what is important in life.”

The four soon become five
When they save one just barely alive,
Through iron willed-soul so black and depraved
And from whom they will have to be saved.

Beetle-brow cashier now on vacation
Has arrived at his final destination
Which he has yearned for in his dreams
For a whole life-time to him it seems.

“I often dreamt of going on vacation,
But my work was my life’s obligation.
And so I sat behind self-made prison bars
Dreaming of sleeping under the stars!”


The need is felt to stay alive 
As once again four become five 
When Raggedy-doll gives birth to future hope 
Without which our survivors would not cope. 

Iron-will’s hope hides in a fascist fantasy 
That seeks salvation through supremacy 
By force of power, violence and destruction: 
And all that sow the seeds of annihilation. 

“I climbed Mt. Everest. I alone. Always alone. 
And there I’ll sit atop the mountain on my throne 
Invincible and possessed of a special immunity 
With a plundered world spread out below me!”

Clinging to his tattered rags of self-delusion, 
Iron-will’s life force leaks away with the radiation 
Of an inner poison of violence and domination, 
That once robbed a new world of a wise Samaritan.


What of the Poet, Raggedy-doll and Future Hope?
Will they leave behind the Past’s mistakes as they grope
Their way to a new Eden that heals and mends;
Where people work together, live together, like friends?



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Thanks for reading my little poem inspired by and based on the science fiction film,






©Chris Christopoulos 2017