Chaos

A friend reminded of Yeats

And Yeats reminds one of chaos.

The verse in italics are from a different age, saved from a bonfire by a memory that clings on to them, as I heard somewhere recently: "They are yet to invent a drug to erase the memory."I wish they did, we need it more than the Viagras and Levitras, more than statins and mycins ( a weird phonetic relation to 'my sins'). Was it Frost? ‘Many have died of cancer, yes / But more have died of broken heart.’ And souls.

Sanjeevini,
It is not the impunity
Of Destiny, but
It's infallibility
That we met...

The world was a chaotic place,
Giants clashed with giants, crushing
The little men, women and lovers
Children, small people
And two,
Whose hearts beat in a single beat.
The world crashed around them,
Chasms opened,
And they were divided, each
On the other side of a widening, gaping
Earth.
And still their hearts beat in unison,
till the dying, fading beat.
The eyes closed,
And restful peace engulfed the world.
The world is what we see it as, and
Since they were dead,
Their world had died with them.