Dies Irae

Dies Irae The last judgment has come. Catastrophes are everywhere, The sky's an oven, broiling sea and land But this is not of God. It is the hand of man Has brought us to this complex grave. Cry havoc as you strangle on your breath. It's too late now for sudden prayers And 'I'll be good.' Our evil thoughts Are understood and our decisions stand. There will be no measured talk Or thoughtful nods As when destruction was at odds With circumstance And we were philosophically Considering our options. Dies irae is now. Murder is now. And once invulnerable populations Are going down. Have we been inconvenienced? Is the judgment just a little soon And we have not had time To properly prepare? That's just too bad. For all of us - the happy and the sad Will have our eyes put out And consciousness ripped from our faces And we will tumble down, Whether blessed nor graceless, Without a chance to form Even the basis of a fear. Havoc is not near, it has arrived And where's the Great Creator said to save. Carl Estrin