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The Creedless Season
Contributed by
screwge
on
Friday, 12th December 2008 @ 05:55:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Maybe Earth will swivel
Away from the great stove
In the sky. Subsequently, men snivel
As winter approaches;
The Earth-eye can suavely rove
In its black socket,
But men are sicker,
Surrendering glory
To the trees made wicker—
The fall turned hoary.
Maybe fruit will shrivel
Like dried, enervated brains
Of creedless men,
Or their sudden
Lonely gods. Grains
Are bent, taut barrels burst
Their wines. No libations today,
No wind-wafted prayer
From men adroit
And debonair.
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screwge
... [
2008-12-12 17:55:42] (Date/Time posted on
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