So let us scry and bring to hallowed bloom
auguries on a tainted wind
against the slaves to coin and rancid greed
and their covenants of power
They who in uncaring strokes of keys
proffer viends to machines
inbibing dark fruits of nature's past
to sustain their ever growing dream
and....where they....at last and lorn
engorged on legacies of eons
amid fell stenches of ruined and necrous streams
breathe fetid exhalations to the sky
and the rains of wasted history
fall on sorely wounded land
Beneath the shadow of an Albatross
gliding on to silent death
the great whales of majesty
sink to eternity
and will we see their final breachings
in cold rank waters below the world
where great and serried sheets of ice
once called a million penguins home
and will we turn away unfeeling
to a chill and frigid end
bearing dark and mournful witness
with loud wails of lamentation
that we....
were not to blame
And I dreamed of future saviours
in the darks of dying days
standing high on razored pinnacles
mouthing exhortations on the wind
they speak not of hells and heavens
but of warm redemptive creeds
in mankind's long and unrepentent night
salves for wounded souls
Can they in strong unfettered hope
in the gelid light of dooms
making signs of exculpation
turn fey damnations tide
as the hours of man tick slowly down
toward a savage's demise
I looked deep into cerulean eyes
and saw the fragile rise of sunlight
there where a single conquelicot blooms
the long last hope surviving
And you....the final one
navigator of elixered miracles
sing the musics of the soils once more
lest the last verdures of the land
be crushed by rivings of technologies
and we....the harbingers of endings
leaving there the final legacy
our epitaph for the bitter end
ever more unread by human eye
that we who became the masters
destroyed what we were masters of
