THE SORCERER

A kind of criticism of our species and our great folly.

I saw God in the pages

Of a book from yesteryear,

Stooped, he stood for ages

In a landscape bleak and drear,

He held a glowing magic wand

And pointed at a pond.

“Let there be light!” he called aloud,

“And give this place some shape!

Fill the void with toxic cloud,

And make a man-like ape!”

There was a flash and then a crash

And he singed his vast moustache.

The pond, though, stirred with sudden life

And green stuff grew around,

Turgid fronds were crawling, rife,

And oozing on the ground,

The ape stood up and scratched himself,

A dirty, hairy fragrant elf.

“Behold the world I made for you,”

The sorcerer said aloud,

“Look at all the green and blue,

Each puffy, snowy cloud,

Each barnacle, each emerald sod,

A gift from me, your god.”

The years passed by as years do

And the tribes of man increased,

The sky turned grey from pretty blue,

Though man stayed quite a beast:

Till he stood up and with great aplomb

Detonated a nuclear bomb.

That planet and the loving spell

The Sorcerer had cast

Became a fiery kind of hell,

An anti-world at last,

He shook his head, strolled out of sight,

And snuffed its fragile light.

Reviews

[Gee]

And God created a monster to be eh. Another fine piece

[Peter Rogerson]

To be honest, I'm reposting stuff that I put on a now-defunct site (gather) and this was one of them. I can't bear the idea that they might get lost when I peg it and they throw my laptop into a skip.

[Gee]

And that's the end in a nutshell, bin bags full of what you're wearing to charity shops, unwanted personal effects skipped, cursed for dying at an inappropriate time. Nothing remaining but memories, which for many will fade with passing time. Hmmmmm

[Peter Rogerson]

Now you're depressing me....

[Gee]

LOL, at least we ain't dumped unceremoniously into the skip with our bits and bobs

[Peter Rogerson]

True, but would it really bother us if we were?