...all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.1
Deep Sky
began to fall today,
hacked into bits without delay,
as Earth watched Clouds descend and pry
confessions from the Gulls nearby.
Earth screamed
and cried, “But why, oh why
are you willing to slaughter Sky?”
The Clouds reply, both odd and grim,
was to ram the air full to a chalky white brim.
And chortling
and cackling to a silent hymn,
Clouds burned an effigy, in the air now dim,
of kingly Deep Sky — now no longer their rival,
said they: “For today, we salute our survival!”
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[this poem spans magnificat 33-55, full text here]
1Ecclesiastes chapter 1, verse 14b