'Great Pan is Dead!'

Great Pan is Dead!

If you listen, can you hear it ? The flute which plays. 
Its tune must dwindle at the end of our days. 
The sweet, natural melody which flows along the breeze,
As the mighty god Pan takes in his final wheeze. 

The trees they burn with mournful cause,
But the hexes and men find raucous applause.
As they rip and tear their way through the fields, 
In their hands they hold axes, yet the wood carries no shields. 
It screams in pain yet we hear no such sound, 
As humanity drags its paws...and digs them into the ground. 

'Great Pan is dead !' we shall call in the future we carve,
All the plains and the forest and the animals, we have starved,
The water which flows carries the clear blood of Gaia,
Whilst we reward the man who kills nature, the frequent flyer. 

But who are we to alter, it runs in our veins,
Our vocations to destroy and create those banes
Which damage and ruin and mangle and wreck, 
With no need to go back with a pistol and check. 
Looking for survivors and choosing the expendable,
In a war against the rapture that no one thinks is credible. 

Author's Note

Feedback would be fantastic. This was more like a poem which followed a stream of consciousness to start out but developed somewhat later.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

I must admit that my knowledge of Greek mythology is next to non-existent, so I had to look up Gaia, and to a lesser extent, Pan. I think other modern readers might suffer the same problem with this. However, in the light of my enlightenment, I can see exactly what you're getting at, which is man's rapacious urge to develop and thus destroy nature. Line 2 of v.2 is obscure, 'hexes?' The use of 'banes' is questionable, it seems to have been chosen strictly for its rhyme. Also, the final line - 'that no-one thinks is credible' is a weak finish, because obviously some think it credible otherwise they wouldn't be doing it.
I think this could do with some work, but it certainly has potential.

[A love for poetry]

I thought "Pan" was a Chinese God of some sort; though I can not recall the origins of this. I find it hard to critique this as I am not familiar with Pan or Gaia; so the context of it is out of my reach. I think the poem is about greed, and destruction of a forest or nature, perhaps the relentless fowling of native bush lands around the globe. Oh wow; on the third read through, it's actually quite good; this part "With no need to go back with a pistol and check." I think this sentence is off track to the rest of the paragraph; as I got the setting of the poem to be in the early 1800's, they possibly did have pistols then, but I can't quite relate it to teh rest of the poem.

Hope this is helpful; just my limited views.