08-21-2019, 08:06 AM
The first two stanzas really don’t convey meaning to me. Here, I think, is your poem.
there will be no deliverance
when the last pine is cut
when oil undermines wood
when we topple our gods
in the name of progress
there will be no deliverance
when the last pine is cut
when oil undermines wood
when we topple our gods
in the name of progress
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery. TS Eliot