Poem: NATURE APART

Let the stars turn dark, let the sun be burnt of its heat,
and the world be overyoked by its own weight,
I pray the earth spin slowly that days might live longer,
let the sea drown its own depth,
slowly the tortoise shall out of tis' shell creep,
may eyes no longer at night's sight sleep,
and by dawn feets shall hop no more on shallow soils but sink deep;
For we with legs akimbo have watched rain studs from earth pelt the sky,
let nature from beyond utter foul cry,
yes nature, tis' work our hands have defiled,
a thousand of it lay by my right, the rest linger the ancient forest of Eden,
paying guest to the songs of the cherubs that siege the Garden,
now with every piercing wail rendered from afar,
we reckon it mourns the death of another fallen star,
alas, weary gravity labours solitary in oblivion,
May thy handwork not be vain we pray thee God of Zion.


By:
Beryl Nickita