Subtitled The Last Holocaust it pictures the wind crying its pain over an empty world. |
The Wind Cries Or The Last Holocaust The wind cries, howling, among the rocks and dunes Blowing dust, dust, dust. Fiercely alone it mounts, gathering moisture from the sea Until it can hold no more And release the rain it must; And the wind cries, moaning, over what is left, Weeping rain, rain, rain. Floods careen down valleys, forced by wind to roaring speed Dragging rock along 'til Its widening bed reaches the plain. There gently enough it drops rock and dust And meanders, helpless, as it must, To water nothing: No flower, no bee, no grass, no grain, No sweet lovers on greensward lain, No more the warm, no more the just No more the love, no more the lust, No drive, no greed, no loss, no gain; Just dust and rock and the tears of wind, The fall of rain, the rush of flood, While the wind sobs its pain, For it blows alone. As at first, so again. |