In a dark movie theater, the movie may be worth the two plus hours - a nice prose poem. |
For whom does the earth shake And the twister envelop Into this horrific chaos and calamity - The seminal buck and sedentary doe, Who relish their wooded habitat And open space - Where food may be found And chomped on, In itty-bitty chews, While raising their young In auspicious rankings? What of those lackluster days Of dry, ineffectual lands Whose environs may lead to cruelty And baseless truths? Must the habitation of average sustenance Involve a tomorrow of inclement rancor? Grief and despair can overcome Most everyone. But like a child restored, Humanity must recover an innocence lost, Grappling with the Earth In a calm, warm-hearted, Immensely tough, soft way… Fueling and shaping the universe Of tomorrow’s infinite, wispy, sunny edge… The rival proclivities of ancient corpuscles Known as mental chemistry Must never own the day; These crippling scores of toxic symptoms Must never overshadow This benign and wounded brethren And sisterhood - The fight most likely flies and moves In both directions of this unstable junket For the anti-contrite and fully aware; And the bustling decay of one’s Perilous society Shall be redeveloped and renewed Into a brand new light at the end Of the tunnel - An economically vital urban area Of a now encompassing And grateful locale - On the horizon of model decency And awesome grace… |