Chance
We can’t go on the way we go,
In moving darkness ruin grows,
Living in my eighth decade
I see the bedlam we have made
What’s to stop the monstrous form
That we have made, already born
Engendered of a crippled lust
Conceived within time’s uterus
Matured become the king or queen
Or both, a monster never seen
Before, chimera, monster, freak,
A thousand mouths, one throat that speaks?
We can’t go on and yet we will
As if the form ahead stood still –
It moves with us as we advance
Into the darkness we call chance
Pavel
June 12, 2011