The epochal zenith,
an explosion of creation,
the web of life,
interwoven, strand by strand,
into the living tapestry
of natural being, the genesis
of the invisible omnipotent
spider-god.
Unravel a thread,
break a strand in ignorance,
it is gone, fading away
upon the bloodless zephyr
it blows, heralding
a cataclysmic chain reaction
of inconceivable doom.
Man, the iconoclastic rover,
the martyr warrior,
the foolish child-king,
man, the feeble pretender lord,
humbled by stark disillusioned vision,
drops his self imposed thorned crown
upon the throne of decadence, and
lets loose a resounding yowl
of utter ruination and anguished remorse;
"What have we done?
What have we done!"
circa 1989-1991(?)
(This was an early attempt at an enviromental piece, man's destruction of nature, etc.)
