Do demons ride The tail of a comet And angels descend In meteor showers Does the man on the Moon Know all our shenanigans And the proud Sun laugh At our daily humdrum Do constellations shift To rewrite horoscopes Or the planets conspire To decide fortunes
We gaze upon the stars In hope and despair Wishing for wings And fairytale havens Where diamonds rain And the grass is emerald While our blue-green orb Screams to be heard; In worshiping the skies Gods, new and old We callously decried Our Earth’s demise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Ignatius Donnelly. Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel. New York, D. Appleton and Company, 1883 — Source.
Well, it’s done now; Carrying all the burdens Of the world on lean shoulders Has finally bent my back The weight of anxious thoughts Presses against my chest A weakened heart throbs Tries to pick up lost beats As cold perspiration beads Glisten on a furrowed forehead It seems I have played my part Of being born a human Destined to bear witness To a dead Earth, a decaying mess!