we are getting to the end of visioning
the impossible within this universe
such as that better whiles may follow worse
and that our race may mend by reasoning we know that even as larks in cages sing
unthoughtful of deliverance from the curse
that holds them lifelong in a latticed hearse
we ply spasmodically our pleasuring and that when nations set them to lay waste
their neighbours' heritage by foot and horse
and hack their pleasant plains in festering seams they may again - not warily or from taste
but tickled mad by some demonic force -
yes we are getting to the end of dreams!!