And here’s why: God is angry,good and angry with all the nations,So blazingly angry at their arms and armiesthat he’s going to rid earth of them, wipe them out.The corpses, thrown in a heap,will stink like the town dump in midsummer,Their blood flowing off the mountainslike creeks in spring runoff.Stars will fall out of the skylike overripe, rotting fruit in the orchard,And the sky itself will be folded up like a blanketand put away in a closet.All that army of stars, shriveled to nothing,like leaves and fruit in autumn, dropping and rotting!