From a vantage below <br />You can see the anthill swallow the sun <br />The nature of the beast is to destroy <br />The ancient symbols foretell <br /> <br />The dying time <br /> <br />The vanishing of the moon <br />The burning of the sky <br />The last of the just has fallen in the desert <br />The flower wilts with no water at the root <br /> <br />Prepare for the night… <br /> <br />The cold darkness of the sea <br />Shall cover the treachery of the dissemblers <br />And comfort the quaking <br />Of the heartbreak Earth. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Burn, Summer 2000.)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-turning-back-4/
