My word just before my computer bust six weeks ago
Was heaven coming to earth could mean dread for so.
So dread is what I just read
I take to poetry instead.
I pick up after the seventh seal –
silence, seven angels and trumpets seen.
These winged instruments bring no easy deal.
Picture they have come for kill
more trouble to make way for divine will.
Instead of notes for musical mirth
hail fire and blood come down to earth
blazing tress and scorching grass
one third of everything to trash
mountain fire and pyroclastic vapour
a third live to die, even ships on sea.
Third trumpet blast calls down meteor
Wormwood’s bitter drink to kill
rivers and springs in hot water
fourth angel still finds another third
sun, moon and stars to rob of light
before eagle’s flight in darkened plight.
the living face even greater woes
when the next three trumpets blow!