Under A Rotunda Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Twelve worlds are there depicted,
Under a rotunda on the floor that is visited.
And here we sit ignoring its importance...
Pretending that this zodiac does not exist,
As seconds of the final days persist!

When 'they' come and 'they' are on their way...
To collect true souls and leave behind those who stray.
Those in doubt with a shallow faith they praise,
Will realize the path they have taken...
Has no awakening from their craze!