Cadralor inspired by today’s random word generator.
We wed the green and growing
to the grim grind of fabricated things,
tossing our debts to tree and planet
in the poisoned river.
Glaciers melt unremarked,
mountains slide to the sea,
but we kneel to old gods
and to cast out old demons.
Should we ever look beyond the cliff’s edge
to see the dark sail approaching,
would we jump?
Would we know that this means the end?
The questions chalked
on a childhood blackboard have changed,
our language adjusted to accommodate
new lies, new illusions, to deny the quicksand.
Yet if we peer through the mists,
the copper and bronze glitter
of ancient times still linger, the hope
that we might be better than we are.