(End of the World)
Over the wrestle of trees just
above the fiery flash and the heat came
crashes of bombs, bullets, and rockets,
then slowly the stalking jets above flew their tilted wings low, with flash and
plunder they cracked the
earth below—made hills into deep pitted
manholes. And the hawks, eagles, and condors:
wings caught on fire, and the fins of the sparrows
in the whack of the blistering furious
winds, blazed in crimson red. And man called it, ‘The war of the Sparrows,’ but
it was really the war to
no end, should God, Himself not step
in. As the sparrows looped with flames,
from branch to branch, tree to tree, one chipper to the other:
“Come let us die together…”
#3628 (2-4-2013)
