The snow and ice have melted
the grass returns to fields of gold,
So why am I still shivering? 

The seas and rivers change their courses
and  flow awry.
So why am I not turned to stone? 

Faeries and elves stir up their sisters
into a furious dance.
So why cannot I move my legs today? 

Immortality seizes man's imagination.
So can I  live another day? 
And why do I carry all the hours of all the days with me? 

Zephyrs blow the seasons hither and thither, 
So what is there to fear? 

From year-to-year the swift moon repairs the heavens.
Tonight the star-clotted sky, tomorrow stitching clouds.
Have I grown old with all this waiting? 

The good die
 their heirs scramble and lie for their inheritance. 
Who knows why? 

The greedy hands of the already-rich
reach out  for more, more. Always more.
While elsewhere bodies are tossed carelessly into a ditch.

Children's bodily eloquence is exploited.
Innocence pleads guilty to all charges.
 If it is not you to restore your life? Who, then? 

The chaste goddess, Diana of the darkness,
is  no longer alone.
No god, can break man's pettiness and greed .
They no longer try to modify this ape.
All have tried and all have failed.
Stupidity is man's self-denying ordinance.
They run away from the potential  to begin again, again.