‘Tis the season of the light
In the darkest of forests
Where the titans of industry
And their dominion of consummators
Devoured themselves into a long abject night
With aberrant appetites
And a deviant abuse of nature’s resources.
Now, from the black forests, a sublime sight
A spark; a glean of new reality
Begins to transform a long death
into life again
As mother’s loins return to fertility
And the plasmatic fluids congeal
