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.
