another short poem for the moment…
‘The Seer-Saw’
Is this what Nostradamus saw?
In quatrains foretelling earthly Hell
Of fires and strife, of flames and war
Such scenes as these it seems could well
Have been what filled the seer’s mind
And made him wont to write of doom
Of burning lands and angry mobs,
A world that might be ending soon.
What knew he, in medieval times,
Of existential threats that we now face?
He merely tried in cryptic rhymes
To articulate the folly of our race
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/photos-los-angeles-palisades-scale-california-fires-rcna186941
