"Earth is the right place for love" says the late Nobel laureate Robert Frost in one of his poems. Is it? With all the natural disasters (earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, global warming, meltdown of the Poles, the Artic), war, violence all over the planet, droughts, wicked winters, fires (forest conflagrations, killer fires in homes and working places, Dhaka), oil spills, crashes (planes, trains, etc), man's inhumanity to man, mothers and fathers drowning their babies in bathtubs, children slaying their parents, rapes and tortures (still a regular weapon in wars, the latest chemical warfare killing children in Syria)...Signs of end times? Physicist Stephen Hawkings says these are the last thousand years of the earth. I thought I would repost these culle and revised poems published earlier (20l0) in Asia Writes, and make like Cassandra or Tiresias, or one opening Pandora's box. Voila: I told you so. Yes, the wrath of days descending. Poetry as lament, dirge, omen, and an unhappy rant --- Why not?
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ALBERT B. CASUGA: THE WRATH OF DAYS DESCENDING