Final Act
I feel the world is urging a Shakespearean drama While a semblance of reason slumps on the screen History proves brute inclinations mold thoughts The organism of earth at war with its own brain Like trees at war with soil--soil at war with water Doom is the final act that perversely arouses minds We romanticize this eternal play of an apocalypse With man taught to fight on his patriotic island 'Til neutral waves crash naturally on neutral earth We scream hate from our sad isolation of culture Yet we don't see the main island--culture of one Earth alone. Floating--a pebble in a ubiquitous brook We are truly an island, but ignorance narrows scope Into inlets of our blinding enclaves; of the whole Filling clear water with murky blood of dark fervour . NICK RUSH Nick Rush a 20 year old college student with a verve for poetry. Nothing satisfies him more than writing and reading. He says "The truest pleasure is when it all comes together, and apart all at once." |