The bird of night
Devours sunsets,

Regurgitates the Sun at dawn
To feed the sky
With bloody light.
Then is gone.

The serpent sea
Roils its scales,
Spits flying fish,
Dolphins and whales,
Waltzes in to polish beaches
Catching clouds, the blue of sky
Wherever foaming wetness reaches,
Then retreats as if it fails,
An endless tireless busyness
With patience of a Sisyphus.

The stars and Moon, surreptitious,
Peer down at us
From blackest space.
Were a puzzle, theyre suspicious.
A most confusing human race.
We fight, we love, we manufacture,
Fill the Earth with clacking widgets.
Then, in fury, flail and fracture
With motives out of mental midgets.
Are we worthwhile, or a disgrace?

Mountains lie with hips and shoulders
Breaking up the line of sky
Outlined in bushes, trees and boulders,
Sleeping now, complete, quiescent.
To them we are evanescent,
Fragile as a passing fly.
But when they waken from their dream,
Scream with fiery rocks and steam,
Lava vomiting like Hell
Arising in a molten stream
No human force could change or quell,
The fury of the Earth released
Reveals the liberated Beast.