Poezja

(after Ernst van Heerden)
 
There is something closing in this winter
that suddenly appears
something sad, merciless, something not earned
which in each fallen leave, dead flower
 
carries death as if everything living
in a way is now handed over
as if customs, hope, convictions
are shredded in the coming darkness.
 
There are thunderbolts descending
and drawing blue-white lines
as if the Godly voice once again attempts
to awake everything
 
while any kind of sheltering
is swept away by the one natural disaster after the other
and man’s technological wonders are in vain
while the planet is busy changing
 
and manmade destruction is spreading throughout nature;
radioactive radiation, pollution and earthly heating
has a impact on everything that lives and animals and man begins to suffer
while extinction circles out wider and wider.
 
[Reference: Droë somer (Dry summer) by Ernst van Heerden.]