When this world spins without its season

why should we care at all,

that leaf not turn nor acorn fall.

While birds take wing not knowing reason

and winter cheats the robins call…

 

When soil and sea withhold their gift

while nets and ploughs still toil,

as lunar tides becalm their shift…

celestial flares, flame down their spoil

to cast the hopes of men adrift…

 

When revelation pyres the page

to sets its words aflame,

rogue angels fall with fiery might

and raise earth’s core to molten rain,

that none again may see the light.