Poetry: Doomsday

Written by Grayce Scholt Wednesday, 31 August 2011 22:12

My right foot falling
on a forest floor
destroys ten thousand
living things;
I'm war machine
to worms and
wings.

I stand as only I can stand,
not like the crane who curls
one leg beneath its tail,
I stand in multitudes of micro-
flesh that wait my will.

If only I could learn
some bright eternal law
on how to stop the final drop
of other claw.

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Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, is available online from Amazon and from Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. A personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 1950s, Vienna, Only You, is available from the author at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .