It is a fractured hourglass- a crack between two
The battle rages through night;
Heavy with dew.
The pink hat is adorned;
See! It even hisses
Like thunder in the night.
Are we back with Abraham
the past crack not healed?
Or yet- in the future-
Just what we need?
The claws are extended
How deep is the scratch?
Enough to make us bleed
The drops of our perpetual solipsism
at the hand of greed.
How much heavier must it be
Until the tree has fully blossomed
Outstretching its fruit- to mend?
Will it end?
In God we trust
To take us home.