Fallen

When inglorious Spring with his heated vanes
Wafted through the sere weblike display
Of wartorn frames, shadowy downs and manes
of broken promises gone astray...
Then on Resurrection the gods did not rise
Entombed, enwombed, in a suffocating paradise
Histories and philosophies failed to apprise
Truth, shortchanged, would lies devise.
In the distance the bell tolls a death knell
And dervishes set up a mad, frenzied dance
Tears, fears, tenuously held at bay -
When the idol from its pedestal fell
Leaving but chance and circumstance
And its broken feet of clay.