Lament in
the Wake of a Non-Event
By
Ann Wilmer-Lasky
The
end of the world came
And
went,
And
nothing happened.
The
world still wobbles
In
its orbit,
Revealing
the sun and
The
moon in turn,
Reigning
feast or famine
On
the just and unjust
With
equal fervor,
Granting
life or death
With
equal magnanimity,
The
promise of a new world,
Or
its end, yet unfulfilled.
I
am saddened that no
Fierce
hand reached from
The
heavens to form a fist
In
defiance of our injustices,
Nor
offered an open hand
In
support of kindness done.
In
short, if the earth
Had
shaken in its orbit,
We
would be better off;
At
least some would have
Heeded
the warning.
As
it lies, we are doomed
To
wink out in the full light
Of
our hubris.