It's chaos out of order in
The older wing of Green:
The situation's bordering
On entropy between
The western entrance and
The entry to the eastern wing.
It all seems quite unplanned,
Although I understand
That orders brought the chaos I have seen.
It's moving day, or moving week --
But call it what you will:
Through all the ages you may seek
And not find one as ill.
But though our lot's not great,
In facing it, we all are meek:
The quake has sealed Green's fate.
Three years we've had to wait
To leave, and of this place we've had our fill!
This broken home's been broken long,
And long hung over-head.
Our will to get from under's strong:
One more quake, and we're dead!
Because we all well know
That keeping us in Green was wrong,
We'll gladly undergo
The traumas and the woe
Of breaking out of this decrepit shed!
We greet the moving-date decree,
Though oft put off, it's true.
So welcome, chaos and debris:
You're three years overdue!
The chaos may amaze us,
And yet it's wonderful to see;
Though dust and din may daze us,
We won't let such things faze us:
We'll grieve, but leave, and life begin anew.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, March 5, 1993.
c 1993, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.