Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Cruel Nature We Watch

The picture burns an essence
Like incense irritating the eyes

No oil dissolves the visceral pain
Piercing like hot rods at the flesh

The prehistoric razors has it prey
In the precision ruthlessly tearing it

Asunder, it will be brought under waters
By degrees revolving round muddy degrees

Like a perfected machine it has no mind
For any other, struggling against what we see

Hopelessly, it will go remorselessly under,
Conceived barely on an indifferent Earth.