Chant

Industrial revolutions, stop dead against constellations,

Turning, yet fleeting, the day of engines gunning,

Humanity, back into monkeys, atomising, you and I,

Like the rest, tho in you and I, here, found something

Worth keeping – your eyes, in love, already blessed

Within, my soul, measured measureless, Love’s

Mortal coil, you take root in my breast, I concoct a chant