The Rule of Organic Law

This poem takes its title and some of its theme from Charles Williams "Many Dimension" when Lord Arglay is working on. Organic law is law that constitutes the 'organs' or instruments of governance themselves. This may be stricter or looser, depending on the state of law, and I have chosen to interpret it as the key underpinnings of justice itself, and how the natural environment has its own laws, which we ignore at our peril. We cannot order the earth to "obey", however many executive orders a President may give, and the dangers of climate change are ever present, however much we may wish them away.

The Rule of Organic Law

Deny nature, and pollute the earth,
And an executive order will give birth,
To the coming winds of change,
That sweep across the mountain range,
And right across the fertile plain,
Bringing devastation, loss and pain;
The earth rebels, as if an infection
Needs to be taught by its subjection
To the winds that blow, terrible, strong:
A sign of all that mankind does wrong;
And in their wake the floods and fire,
A melancholy note played on the lyre:
The funeral lament, towards last rites,
For those who dare ascend such heights
Of folly. Pride and avarice bring a curse,
And the angry earth will not disperse;
The dark shadows that will now fall:
Precious resources, a stolen haul,
That cannot be replenished again:
So foolish is the desire of men;
And so once more a wind is rising,
For there is no more disguising,
By clever words, by orders made,
How all will someday be afraid;
Tempests blow down frail house,
Fires burn no rains can douse;
And ice will come, deep snow,
Freezing certainties with woe;
And heat will come, and burn,
Unless we listen and return,
To the rule of organic law:
And close that deadly door.