Tears For the Earth

Of all the world this century I see What shimmers – artifice devoid of soul. Pneumatic truncheons burying dreams of She, The Mother, under satin sheets of coal. If would mine eyes deceive me not I’d think It just a putrid fantasy, from which The shadows formed by tortured lids could blink Awake into the rays from which no niche Could cling like pincers holding darkness gripped. Inverted it would seem the very Laws, When God can’t stop in poison water dipped, The baptism of Earth in fossil maws. I pray that life – eternal Hope so fair, Can snatch redemption from morose Despair.