Dispensation
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What falls from heavens here upon the earth
Brings mornings set with richness and with flux.
A fullness settles, once with grief or birth.
If manna falls, Jehovah wears his tux
And fills the desert with a honeyed snow.
If Shiva sends an asteroid that blasts
The dinosaurs to ash, disasters flow
More hard, extinction trapping claws in casts
Of sediments as wanton in their crush
As shattered dams. If clouds come down as rain
In storms, as water fiercer than the gush
Of lava from Vesuvius, deaths stain.
As brightness drops its wide destruction on
The kids in Nagasaki, fryings dawn.
~ Phillip Whidden
