Billowing menace, acrid scents 

Old growth, saplings charring together 

While out of sight, fawns distressed race

And the owl’s perch succumbs. 

Golden hordes breaching firebreaks 

Rapine alight windswept, rapacious, desiccation stoked  

Consuming canopies, no quarter given

While rooted tributaries blazing course underfoot. 

Slight deluges, drawn from placid lakes

Lofted by fraught metaled battalions

Plunge pityingly into the maelstrom 

As fearful caravans scatter, grasping trifles,

While cathode shamans prophecy

The great globe’s doom

Too much, not enough, too late,

Before peddling wares. 

Yet, Sol Invictus shrugs

Arcing across azure skies parched,

Indifferent. It has seen much worse

Then this slight spark lit.

Comets’ wrath hammering!

Ringing Gaia’s bell.

Vulcan’s bellows springing traps!

Skies thickened, raining corrosion.

The last breath of dying stars!

Rime’s glacial gouging rape 

Continents cracking, smothering heats! 

Oceans boiling – the great dyings. 

How many unknown sorrows then

And cruelties? 

Younglings multitude, flaming cleaved

From mothers – frightened, burned, apart, 

As vistas rendered black

Mountains plundered; forests coaled

Sea’s barren, winds pestilent and

Wonders struck and stilled. 

Sol once wept over unique beauties 

Cindered and delicate joys ash heaped,

Desecrated tenderness; tears furious

That life requires death. 

Now, numbed from many perishings

Tragedies, grief, innumerable loss

Sol, sojourning jaded, doesn’t bother

To learn his children’s names anymore.

Now he just tends to his furnace, 

And brood of lifeless gods

Trying to remember lost rhymes stellar

From nursery days long gone. 

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