Idolatry

For everything a season has

For planting and for tending

Growing and resting, tilling and reaping

The rhythm of rain and sun

A patient hand is wisest mind

From past future delivered

The declared the harvest time eternal

and broke the clock face twice

And all rejoiced, the death of time

But the dust is rising higher now

Towards their cathedral towers

And hunger has laws of its own

And soon will strike the hour