POEM (051) Nail in the coffin

Nail in the coffin

The stage was set in motion,
the wheels brought commotion,
the actors left up heaved in zest,
the actresses waned, crying none the less.

The sunlight glowing in heavens from sky,
the dark dusk music swallowed its cry,
from everything to nothing, pitch dark in lack,
the sight of beauty was fallen to black.

Bawling and screaming new life proceeding,
the joy of a cherub, the stork keeps heeding,
from nature to nature, from ashes to dust,
the nail in the coffin, constricted to rust.