Mother Nature’s on the Run
After Neil Young’s “After the Gold Rush”
I never thought the Sun,
all the way through cold
space ninety-three million miles
our souls in the time of apocalypse.
We were too busy
making our own fire
bombs, blasting everything we knew.
This good earth, stained with blood.
It must have been when the rocks cried
that the Moon yelled
at the Sun.
It must have been soon after that—
the gold Sun rushed its fire-light.
Only a few of us escaped
fireballing at a million miles an hour,
our silver spaceships glinting
in the hot star
Mother Nature’s on the run, we’re flying
to a new home in the stars
but nothing’s new, no nothing’s new
under any sun.
--John C. Mannone
Poet’s Notes: While listening to Neil Young’s title cut from his After the Gold Rush “album” on YouTube, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e3m_T-NMOs, I was inspired to write this poem. This kind of ekphrasis, like any other art-informing-art work, has often been a good way for me to defeat writer’s block. Sometimes the music sets the mood, and at other times, like with this song, the lyrics inspire the poem. A clear apocalyptic sense is picked up in the closing lyrics, which I adapt and adopt. The structure of the poem goes to a sense of chaos in the aftermath of an apocalypse and the uncertainty of the unknown.