Old as the night are the voices that speak from the dark,
sharp as star-fire, bright as the pale faces of daisies.
Wise the words that once spoke gentle
with comfort for those fearful of what walked unseen,
now furious as the fiercest flames for the willfully blind.
Let there be light, man said, and with his fierce flame
he has burned up the earth.
Old and wise and thunder-dark are the voices
that we will not hear, as we slip from the edge
of this was-Eden, drifting like ash into the comfortless void
that awaits the self-destroyed.