the heart of the world

the soul of this people
is criticially changing
arranging into i know not what

the mind of mankind
is swiftly maligning
aligning along the cruelest axes

the heart of the world
is drifting unminded
towards the coldest usefulness

scratched and carved
and assiduously mangled
into clearly utilitarian purpose

a world debated by thinkers
and tinkers and polished politicians
into cleverly calculated intent

as the sun rose this winter day
my worn heart knew—
it is time to speak at last

of something quite new