The Clearing

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Skulking from winter’s coves, the blight
Marking the unchosen within, uncrossed
Plotting cruel conquest, heartless in flight
The apostles of death, disperses embossed
Unbelieving their hubris, tangled in hope
Listless we mingle, so blithely we breath
As pestilence trapezes, dangling that rope
From soul to sad soul, in wakes of wreath
A pattern in nature once hidden revealed
That nature our kind, who once adored
Uncaring imbalance, our fate lies sealed
A correction, a clearing, a balance restored

And hence, empires will fall, in thunderous cease
For we are the infestation, we the disease

© Unni Nambiar (April 19th 2020)