Elegy

Now the tired world winds slowly on

And tortured turns to numbing apathy,

Circling like a blind automaton

Drowns in violence and tragedy

Amid the silent vagaries of space.

All this sorrow visited by man

Upon his kin, an animal disgrace

Or worse for the capacity to span

The endless depths of his depravitude

Aided by demons he has sought.

A life of calm seems but an interlude

In the many needless wars that man has fought.

All these sorrowful centuries of pain

Deaf to the light the sages have foretold,

The hills and fields of earth a blood-red stain

As the embers in the sacred hearth grow cold.