The wicked wind strikes from the north

Betraying our intentions foul

And when the earth comes springing forth

Nature follows from her bowel

Maybe we are simply cruel

Or maybe we have shreds of faith

Between the kernels of her gruel

Portents of fire like a wraith

As Nature stripped of shrouds of silk

We know her sadness lies within

Before the moon betrays our ilk

We know she's somewhere that we've been

From courts of brimstone verdicts dark

Remove the life from life itself

Protruding from the eerie ark

Come man and woman one in meld

From sun-wrecked earth comes fortune pure

A pathogen menagerie

And, forged in nature's fecund soul

Man makes science poetry.