Vortex

by Roberto Lavidez

a fatal

formlessness

is immediately

perceptible

where nature’s

tendency to

gamble away

the lives

of men

comes in

trapped

in the confusion

and restlessness

which could not

be made

comprehensible

by the splendor

of coloring

humanity

is doomed

to a vortex

which sucked

man in

to his fate

desperately

searching

for the best

apologia

for his own

painting of

apocalyptic

visions

victims

sometimes

stumbled

sometimes

they also

fell

higgledy-

piggledy

into the pit

masses are

like heaps of

useless dust

and shards

of stone

swept away

by Rodin

at the end

of his day

cheers and

laughter

could be

heard from

spectators

sitting on

rooftops

watching

the show

what worries

Blake

was not the

collapse of

revolutionary

principles

but the

growing

realization

of the cruelty

and general

beastliness of

human beings

under the

impression

that they

were being

resettled

masses

kept on

coming

from the

city

to their

graves

as every

unsuspecting

group

had to be

worked out

afresh

we are made

far more

conscious

of the dramas

which they

portray

while the

executioner

whose hands

are perpetually

stained with

blood

played Mozart

in the evening

filled with a

tremendous

yearning

yearning for

a quiet

peace

and love

©robertolavidez2014