Ophelia

Like fair Ophelia in her later days, beneath the cracked branch
And floating under the willow shade with thorn and oaken land
Incapable of her own distress and babbling songs of goo
While drowning slowly her garments filled with water where she lay
And died pretending all was well at the closing of the day

And now we play and drive and fly across the world
Gathering black blood and singing novel songs
While the science story sells,  "any day now"
And we are incapable of our own distress, blind to the gathering winds
Like marvelously innocent children

And the days are too warm
And the diseases are spreading
And the law is without morality
or common human decency

And the land is without water
And the food is growing scarce
And the army is attacking
enemies of its own creation

So hearing this the fall gathers dust to sweep up her crowns
And laughs at the temple of Eoster's forgotten flowers
Away to the winds with you my sweet dears!
The trumpet calls sounded and the moons are blood red
The furies await behind the veil of worlds
And the days have entered the dream of the Gods