CUBIC ZIRCONIA.

there is a radiance in me

created at conception ;

a brilliance smothered 

under guts and gore.

a silver lining 

in trembling fingers.

and the oracle

of a miracle

that i will never see 

says to me -- 

a hundred leaders

borne from sinews

and sunders,

borne of me

in nauseous blooming.

this radiance of mine,

bursting and burning

against swollen organs

longs to be realized.

but between you and i 

i don't know

what i fear worst ;

bleeding something of value

or not.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

It's not my favorite movie, but, have you ever seen Prometheus (2012 i think)? The opening scene in particular, your poem reminded me of that.
(you don't have to watch the whole movie...)
here's the part I was referencing
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1azwUwKrPo

[FlatDaddy]

A sorrowful read, Em, made more so because of its truth. And I must agree with Jacob, too, Our "leaders" -- we should not call them that; they don't lead us, they drag us screaming into their bloody realities, especially the one we have here, and I fear we will all be soaked in our own blood and that of those we love before it's all over.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, nauseous blooming...a hundred leaders...many of them mistakes...including the one we have now.
j.