By Susan Wagner
The earth dies about us, stalks
Of grain fruit trees wither.
Water runs impure and the frogs
And fish are no more.
The birds of the air now fall.
The children of men starve.
Thus is our future gone, our
Time on this earth nearly done.
For we have ignored the signs
Given and fouled our own nests.
The reign of man is soon over,
Another will rise in our place,
For creation continues and
God will be judge.
Susan E. Wagner, BA, ABD, a former therapist, facilitated creative and poetry writing group therapies. She has published poetry, short stories and feature articles for many years and taught both creative and business writing. Susan is currently finishing her second novel and is an editor with The Pearl S. Buck Writing Center.