we are being pulled into the earth
that’s the feeling that presses
like a lead strait jacket wrapped
tight and tied in knots around our waists
this is how things are bound to happen
when you’re born at 10,000 feet
and plummet to ground like a whale
or an unaware but joyful potted petunia
we are blazing meteors
falling like lightning from heaven
to the darker kingdom
where we would rather rule
than serve anywhere else
happy little demons
whose wings have been broken
tumbling and freewheeling
into darkness
First verse reminded me very vividly of something in a Douglas Adams novel
I was rereading the poem and just had to find the passage to read it together. Posting for other readers who might appreciate it too:
“And wow! Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like … ow … ound … round … ground! That’s it! That’s a good name – ground!
I wonder if it will be friends with me?
And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.
Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”