The cycles
shift and temperatures reverse,
Like some
perverse exchange of currency,
Where
finally we repay our standing debts,
Despite
regrets of reckless spendthrift ways,
From younger
days where wanton wickedness,
Accrued the
chit, indenturing this day.
Receding
glaciers, where once progress crawled,
And scraped,
now fall in shaven, slipping sheets,
As if conceding
our neglect with loosened tears.
The recent
years of paltry salves to heal,
Cannot
conceal the sunken, scars engraved,
By
misbehavior, made by callous men,
And
generations hence who sing their praise,
With breaths
betraying in asthmatic gasps,
The poisoned
past, that lingers airborne still.
Soft rains
which kill like venom tainted knifes,
From sallow
skies, of clouds grown tumorous,
Their
deathly dust, and putrid payloads poised,
As earth's
envoys of truths too long ignored,
Declaring
war we thought we long had won,
The damage
done, our mastery complete,
The king of
beasts we proudly self-proclaimed,
Yet took by
name a queen to be our wife,
Who, scorned
and spited, would avenge herself,
Withdraw her
wealth, revoke her tenderness,
Our
arrogance become too much to bear,
She will not
share her palace with its thieves,
And spreads
disease to smite our viral ways,
Sends deadly
waves to cleanse her spoiled depths,
Blows Curse
filled breath to level marred terrain,
Screams
flame filled hate to cauterize each wound,
And sickly
swoons in seizures fatal quake,
As if to
shake us free like water from a dog.
