Dolor of Gaia

Oft have I romped in the haunts of old

glimpses warm the heart could still hold

by Stygian charnels ‘neath leafy groves

beside sunswept beaches dry sultry coves

reminisced deep recalling such forms

shades of departed dead antic norms

pleated of treasons latticed of spite

impassable glooms split by tendrils of light

O the dim worlds I delved unprepared

guilty innocent where no one is spared

beseeched high heavens finding heavens yet bare

as dystopic disorder reigned everywhere

What penances expiate our sordid sins?

what love absolves afore remorse begins?

what fair deeds of charity yet remain

to repeal forever our birthmarks of Cain?

upon this earth’s long wrenched breast

there be no redemption nor any sweet rest

she fain casts off our worn mortal coils

curtailing trespass moribunding our toils

touch her once more prostrate at her feet

in Homeric despair are we made obsolete

Forfeit all mercy she doles out our due

O in deep delved dolor she bids us adieu

in Fealty to Others as Mother to All

she lets go we Lapsarian Children of Baal

[©R.Kanth 2018]

 
Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations