Adrift

Green grass doth wither…
Trees violently shiver…
Wind tears all to splinters…
And man reaps all the gain.

The waves do angrily protest…
The rains aggressively suggest…
The clouds hurl bolts grotesque…
And the fabric of a life comes undone.

Flames defy the enemy…
Gravity bears its global enmity…
Sheol drinks its cup and thinks it Heavenly…
And the air forfeits its vessels.

Hard work is overturned…
Value is divorced from worth…
The vast body continuously churns…
And what was becomes nought.

A handful of splinters drowning…
The crest crashing, performing a final sounding…
E pluribus unum – that says it quite loudly…
Nothing left but a plank set adrift.

~The Wordsmith

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By Joshua Evans Posted in Musings

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