My, how the high have fallen and the low have risen to new heights!
My, how the rain has vanished and mosquitoes revel in their bites.
My, how the virgin daughters no longer shimmer as they should.
My, my how what we thought sacred is no longer any good!

My, how the man palavers about mighty deeds done one time.
My, how the future mocks him revealing only the endless night.
My, how the bristling bushes are no longer for his play.
My, how short the distance, just an instant, from the darkness to the day.
Is this about Hurricane Katrina?
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No, I wasn't thinking about Katrina.
It is more an existential commentary on the human condition.
But it is relevant to such disasters.
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My, how the high have fallen and the low have risen to new heights!

Nothing is assured. One moment we are on top and the next we are at the bottom. An example of this is what happens to all of us. We experience the glory of youth and then the humiliation of old age. Conversely, we can be at the bottom and find ourselves at the top. Such as when we die and go to heaven or else a paradise earth.

My, how the rain has vanished and mosquitoes revel in their bites.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing that is permanent is change itself. Even the balance of nature which we at one time might have viewed as permanent cannot be counted on.

My, how the virgin daughters no longer shimmer as they should.
My, my how what we thought sacred is no longer any good!

Traditional values disappear. In many industrialized countries virginity is no longer seen as a sacred, shimmering, precious thing as it was once. Today it might be even viewed as a stigma.

My, how the man palavers about mighty deeds done one time.
My, how the future mocks him revealing only the endless night.

The future presents us with the threat of endless darkness regardless of how many impressive deeds we have done. Boasting doesn't change this..

My, how the bristling bushes are no longer for his play.

Things once taken for granted, things considered play, such as sex, and sports, might no longer be possible as old age or sickness sets in.

My, how short the distance, just an instant, from the darkness to the day.

The eternity once stretched before us is later seen for what it really was, merely a short temporal distance which seems over even before it begins.
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"Virgin daughters", "endless night": echoes of Blake, maybe?

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Echos Blake in which of his poems?
RadrookMy, how the virgin daughters no longer shimmer as they should.

It's sad. I don't like how the previous generation treats virgins as losers yet mocks those teenagers who have lost their virginity despite they were the one who planted that mindset.

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