The Reaping

BY DR. AGONSON

O Frail society,
burden bearing long,
Destroyed by unseen terrors
which were visible made
in your dying men
as when at an hundred leaves
rustling you behold
the wind dost move
between the tree’s branches,
destruction raced through your cities
and cleaned your limbs for Fall.

The Fall hast fallen,
and ignomy besides;
for from the heights of God
to bitter, lonely Hell
this plague of death has ta’en us,
and I to no one write,
in my unsteady scrawl,
these last remembrances.
Read O birds, O river,
whatever else beside,
the burdened pains of Man.

 

Listen to my beautiful voice:

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