The Buttercups Have Gone

The fields that once held buttercups are gone Giant furrows pattern that long land Made by huge machines whose time has come Precise as old account books , now forlorn, As moving as are waves on desert sand The fields that once held buttercups have gone Nothing human-sized remains untorn Nowhere for dear lovers hand in hand Killed by huge machines whose time has come But young folk do not court, they hurry on Annihilating what we elders understand The fields that once held buttercups have gone All too rapidly our world’s undone To the deserts of the heart we’re sent Dragged by by huge machines whose time has come Can no passion change the way nor lend Creative means to pacify and mend? The fields that once wore buttercups have gone Ground by huge machines,death times have come