What's That? A Zag! Poem by Fabio Lewinski

In Father Time and Mother Nature, and in their precious son, the Holy Sand.
A misread prophecy,
A desperate resolution,
And a strike.

And so it goes.

But how far have we come?
Where is the beauty we were promised?
The endless sting of two-thousand slashes,
Continually overlapping in the spiral of our demise.

I would like to sit down and talk with both your Gods face to face and shudder and they sigh in mutual disappointment.