Varmints, flying feathers and hollow bones
Unimportant and uncomprehending
Care for nothing but sleep and survival
Petty creatures, of inconsequential beauty
My tool as foretold would be fire, stand down
All elements shall wither to the flame by my hand
Trees were made to satiate my hunger
Animals were born to satisfy my sport
The lands were meant to nurture my babes
Flowing water to fill each cell of me
Whats your purpose, ye useless beings
Crawl away, slide away, lest you may be seen
Acquiesce to the image of god before thee
You'd burn if you don't, though you'd burn if you do
The woods know not of the fire of rage.
Else they would strike a bough to your end
The birds' soft hearts innocent of vengeance
Else the flap of wings would have rendered you blind
The neglect of the mundane would be the death of man
Too gross for wonder, deaf to sweet chirp
Incapable of admiring the sensuality of dunes
The fragile strength of water
The cluckle of a lizard like a disapproving aunt
They tease you, mock you in their loud quietness
The hourglass empties, sand fills your nostrils
Reminding you of impending doom
The bubble of superiority has now burst
At your end you'd know, you are truly alone
No comments:
Post a Comment