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:
L O R D !
your gale and tempest smite our land,
everything's at stake;
even hills and mountains anguish,
shaking with your quake!
…may we now pray for
amelioration?
… the Lord answered:
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 breathe anew tomorrow
bless'd
by heaven's hand!?
our labor’s here eternal,
the reward but short and brief!
will the cracking of our flesh and 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 for the last time in this aeon:
yes.
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