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| THE CREATOR OF ALL by Robert Margetts |
THE CREATOR OF ALL:
Buck that sprang forth
from tender deer—
its antlers dried,
its borrowed year
returned to dust
before the eyes of Heaven.
And
the cows
that did not moo,
silent as judgment,
lay upon the ground
with flesh
that even the gators would not
chew.
And
the birds—
oh, the birds—
whose wings once carved
the breath of God,
fell broken,
fallen, forsaken.
Feathers meant for flight
became their shroud,
covering them until
the earth whispered, “No more.”
And
the bear,
scratching prophecy
into jagged stone,
lay decapitated—
a warning upon a chopping block.
Snow
burned
hot as the wrath of angels,
licking the ground
like a serpent swallowing arsenic.
Buds blackened
on the crust of the land;
the cold so hot
it turned iron into rust
before the eyes of the unrepentant.
And
the babies—
the innocent,
the untouched—
felt a pain
that was so goddamn real
it split the sky.
And when the sun began
to flicker like a dying lantern,
they dropped the Bible,
knowing the final chapter had
arrived.
The
world,
on its last trembling day,
bowed low and paid homage
to all who chose to stay.
And to the dying in our homeland—
hear this:
this was never the world our
Lord had planned.
And
when the end
unfolded its wings,
He placed my head
in His hands,
and I wept as the heavens tore
open.
To
kiss the wings
of the Creator of the sun,
to pray to the One
who gave us His only Son—
that heaven above might
show mercy to the remnants left
behind.
And
to sit beside the Holy One,
so near,
that death itself became a shadow
I no longer feared.
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| ROBERT MARGETTS |
WHAT DOES THIS MEANING OF THIS POEM?
it’s apocalyptic, prophetic, and mythic. It reads like a fusion of biblical lament, environmental catastrophe, and personal spiritual revelation. Beneath the imagery of dying animals and burning snow, there’s a deeper message about a world collapsing under human sin, and a speaker who finds salvation not in the world, but in God’s presence at the very end.


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