A Fool’s Debut – Duncan Bristow

(A Sonnet)

Upon a madman’s word or fool’s debut,
A quiet day can turn to holocaust,
And under passion’s pounding feet is lost
The dawn of reason, in a sunset hue.
Swift from this nightmare’s womb is born anew,
The winds of war, extinction’s deadly frost
To rape the future at a planet’s cost,
And all the ages pay the devil’s due.
No cataclysmic fracture rent through space
Could free the universe of earthly chains,
Nor primal bang did end the human race
And penned the epitaph, all that remains:
The future crawls towards her ageless goal,
A dark cold grave is mankind’s last black hole.