CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY



When did culture sever itself from nature?
Broken on the wheel of civilization
in between the mindless monkey and this
                         concluding endgame.

Primal reluctance hastened us to the conclusion
of our conjugal promise, and we fell out
with the cycles of earth, springtime, summer
                                      autumn and winter.

Darkness fled from its rightful place in night-time
purged by technology: fire first, followed by
bottling the lightning, relentless to tired eyes,
                                      banishing shadow.

Numbly frog sat warming there in the saucepan,
now it is stewing;  the nests of fledglings shit filled;
fleeing irrational fears for utopian promise
                               straight into hellmouth.

Noise of cars and machines, jet planes around us,
choking, dire terror, then the great Pacific
and the Atlantic won’t stay low forever,
                               rising to meet us.

This the price of grey and dull acquiescence;
thinking ourselves more angel-bred than primate;
eyes on other worlds, heedless to this one.
                             So fucking stupid.

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