No Love For Nature Or Man
Far-reaching the flames engulfed the remote forest,
Impetuous haste of wild dogs to grasslands,
Resonant croaks of ravens with burned feathers;
Escape from death, fleeing into the darkness of night.
The arsonist had no love for Nature or Man;
he started the fire to appease his pleasure,
he'll be eternally damned for burning down
the forest: to every creature it was a treasure.
He didn't feel sorry for the leaping wildcat,
for the huddled owls that were soundly sleeping,
for the wingless butterflies that fell on his hat;
how could he justify a behavior so horrifying?
The police found him dead by the ash-filled pound,
he struggled for breath writhing on the hot ground.
Written on 4/23/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016