THE
VOICE OF THE LORD
the
Lord spake:
may
heavens break like wounds awide
and
shower earth with salt!
no
more maize and no more rye;
no
more wheat nor malt...
and
the fields and the pastures died off
with
the waning voice of the Lord.
Man
spake:
Lord!
Your
gale and tempest smite our land,
everything's
at stake;
Even
hills and mountains
anguish,
shaking
with your quake!
may
we pray for amelioration? …
… the
Lord spake answers:
yes;
in darkness you may find your amelioration,
and
until then:
may
woman veil her chalice …
and
curse herself with drought!
and
may men no longer seek her love
to
amend his angst and doubt!
man
responds now in destitution:
all
the flowers die from age
and
wombs dry up with sand;
shall
children breath anew tomorrow
bless'd
by heaven's hand?
we
find, that
our
labour's here eternal,
the
reward but short and brief!
will
the cracking of our bones
bear
some
remedy
for grief?
will
the breaking backs of coal-faced slaves
lament
high aloud,
or
shall penance be fulfilled,
with
wrath,
thund'ring
from some cloud?
...and
the Lord spake again:
Yes,
so.
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