Aurora carries with her morning sun
awakens birds from within the trees, calls
the alarm clock to sound its shrill complaint.
But Erin, go you to work this morning
to revel in the joys of Microsoft
Excel?
Tis so. It calls to me again.
For as long as I strut this pendant earth
these days of toil shall ne'er cease to pass.
where even now the sands swell, spectators
dig themselves trenches, birms against the tide
and lie in wait as armies against foes.
Come nightfall after Helios has gone
the length of Heaven to descend
behind the sea incendiary bombs
shall set the sky alight, now pregnant with
the glow of many thousand short lived stars
while thunder cracks swift reports o'erhead.
I've never been much good at this sort of stuff.
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