Whirlwind
As if a cosmic whirlwind passes by
The stars careen across a churning sky
Primeval constellations fly apart
Propelled in gyres no instrument can chart
This storm must blow and nothing block its course
The gods themselves shall not resist its force
Not Hera nor Apollo stand their ground
When age-old bonds of hate have been unbound
Yet harpies, howling, grieve to see the fall
Of hallowed ways that keep the world in thrall
The woeful clamour of their carping jive
Invokes a day when naught but death may thrive
Such dire drones would send me to despair
Were they alone to wail upon the air
Were not a greater Voice to call the dance
That moves all life at springtime's brisk advance
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