lament in the melting

lament in the melting 

write me a poem that will save the world

mould it into a temple bell 

in the fires of these end days

ring it at dawn  ring it at sunset 

one long chime struck  s  l    o      w

with yon tree’s last charcoal bole

and lament the deafness of it all

for the leaves have fallen

and the last sad fires glow