The wicked wind strikes from the north
Betraying our intentions foul
And when the earth comes springing forth
Nature follows from her bowel

Maybe we are simply cruel
Or maybe we have shreds of faith
Between the kernels of her gruel
Portents of fire like a wraith

As Nature stripped of shrouds of silk
We know her sadness lies within
Before the moon betrays our ilk
We know she's somewhere that we've been

From courts of brimstone verdicts dark
Remove the life from life itself
Protruding from the eerie ark
Come man and woman one in meld

From sun-wrecked earth comes fortune pure
A pathogen menagerie
And, forged in nature's fecund soul
Man makes science poetry.