We Sit On This Earth Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

We sit on this Earth
watching the heraldic skies,
with its wackiest zoo en-passant:
bears on bears, dogs after dogs
dancing their presence upon us.

Rustic, uncouth
seem our minds
botching the Myth and the Cant
on what's that Gog and Magog,
that 've made man a hostage to Chronos!

We sit on this Earth,
however, at happiest moments,
being entitled to view
the unravelling Cosmos
with its splendour and vogue!

The Cant and the Myth
can go to hell! No comments!
Come what may come: it is due!
Life will never divorce us!
Oecumene is all in agog!