Requiescat Dum Resurgat

The province of delayed gratification Poetry is dead. There is now no appetite for deep reflection In this far from limpid pool. Abhorrent is meditation To the present lords of all misrule. Carpe diem once was for the nonce Its writ now runs for aye. Omnivorous science depredates The very bones of our being. Gradgrindery completely disintegrates The very heart of our seeing. Dawkins' dogma aims to destroy the spirit And we are not the better for it. Thus shrivels the soul and all that resides there, Are we but creatures of accident,totally threadbare? Until economic Armageddon strips us of cultural shame Our choice is but to shroud the flame. Depredation must needs be followed by reparation. And then that rara avis,the phoenix anew Will rise from the ashes,bright feathers in view. We will illumine our world once more When the bright flame of poetry will once again soar.