In glacial boom the sonar trumps
through walls that snug the city in
And temple stones shrug in respite
Of sinners dwelling on pulpit bins
And calls to skies, fire reach their sun
And nights in darkness far from grim
Will joyous deserts rise with sand
And form tan meadows in layers rim
By dunes to peak a man’s despair
The people sire from great to moss
Minutely dim the flame with care
The loneliness of tundra frost
To this grand city will walls to crumble
And men to flee and women blunder
but truth be set in yearly light
Of dearth reprieve and timely plight
-j.m.