The earth cracked in Nepal,
— with fire and shame
And thousands lay dead,
— in the valley’s and plain’s
Its crust was ripped open,
— a heart now exposed
And lives were reclaimed,
— from a heaven deposed
The story for mystics,
— a legend say some
As nature demanded,
— for things that we’d done
Her climate infected,
— and sky ringed in black
Our future as payment,
— with no turning back
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
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