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4: Requiem for Mayflies
Mayflies rise, in clouds ephemeral, like rainbows high like bubbles in the sky ... like bubbles ... like flecks in an opal ... lullaby , lullaby
To all creatures under heaven there is given one bright day,
Sad as silly mayfles dancing forth from a summer stream,
Caught in a sunset beam,
Dona eis requiem.
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5: Lacrimosa et Dies Irae
I took a path by chance one idle hour,
Found dewy fields deep filled, where peeping flow'r
so heavy with nectar, dizzy with fat bees
Sang in the laughing grass and summer's ease
There plump wood pigeons swam the azure skies
in measured dance, among the butterflies
that rode the cloudy skies and pollen seas,
safe in the laughing grass and summer's ease
Then time and circumstance bore me away
To trouble in the make of men. to toil ...
To where tattered plastics shrouded out the day
In barren streets where metal burned in oil ( Dies Irae ! )
Where promisory notes blot out all prayer,
Cheap soiled flags to mask the reek that creeps ticking
( Dies Irae ! )
An Orriflame to scorch the dying air
And seethe the very heavens while they weep they weep
( Lacrimosa! ) |
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I yearning sought my country path again ,found gasping grasses, brown among the mire
where naked branches scourged by winds of fire ( Dies Irae! )
and birds long spent dropped to the desert pyre, the desert pyre ….
( Dies irae! Dum veneris judicare seculum per ignis! Dies Irae! ) |
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6: Miserere
(Miserere, Miserere, nobis nobis Miserere, Miserere, nobis nobis )
Sunset! the last trumpet sounds,
the last candle quenched,
the curtain rattled down.
All that glory, spent in pomp and show,
all those promises now crumpled up and gone.
Our mother, rich in soil and seas
rich in sun and rain, and green vitality!
dust and gone now litter in the wind
where no bird shall fly no tree shall root nor thrive.
Revelation is knocking,hear the breaking seals
that mark the coming end of days !
If only we could turn away from this present path,
and make the world again
Miserere mei, salva me!
fons pietatis salva me! |
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