Concrete buckles, peacocks flame, And glitter of the world is tamed, Apocalyptic vision splendid Hung across the sky upended. As the splendour of the will Wraps around each burning field. In the name of politics, Greed and indolence, pollution And each short-term, cheap solution. So goodnight, and may God bless Another time with loveliness. A swirl of ash curls into space Then disappears without one trace Left of all the human race.
Surely poetry is enhanced by a sensibility that is open to all aspects of contemporary experience.
Personally, an interest in and a knowledge of science is a prerequisite, although I think science alone presents too austere a view of the world. I don't see how an artist can endorse a purely scientific view of existence, as Hawking does. Art should give intuitive expression to all the variety and mystery that's inside us and out there in the universe. From a methane atmosphere To the warm technologies Knowledge is desiring Our enlightenment. Life is larger than we guess Mystery whispers at us.