How Time and Life Spins

The forms that lay without life

Formed a table, set

For maggots to writhe

Throughout the decayéd bog

The bodies failed bet

Of great victory for God.

 

And from those decaying corpses

Over that passage of agéd time

A flower begins being

And what had been created

By those valorous men, first in rhyme

Had not been that of bloody-reaping

But foundations, of new life!

Thus, plants that are wife

To animals rife

Begun their new bountiful life.

 

 And then the passionate fires came

Upon the plants that are quite lame

Burning away peace

And lives that shake.

And the fires quickly grew

Until there was no more fuel

And then all there was,

was but a husk.

 

But life is hopeful

And cautiously it did grow

Finding its bearings to be bountiful

The beasts returned, so it shows.

For cautious build up to new joy

And hopefully, that fire was gone

But we both know that passion’s dawn

Never truly goes away.

 

 As things were looking nice and bright

Man came in with a knife

Passion returned, but in new form

As the fires of industry

Cynical minds of logic and feeling

Came up without a horn

The boots did stomp heavily

Upon that kindling

And then begun to trim away

All hope of happiness

 

Now all the life and hope was dead

But the maggots, rats, worms, and flies

Who were underfed

And they shall soon be dead