Dec 23, 2014

Devotional ii


It is concluded. Exuent.
    He there alone,
    His finest Son
in that intolerable restraint.


Still in the mind the flags of pain
    flap red, and beat.
    It is complete.
Now comes the thunder, and the rain.




12.24.14

Dec 16, 2014

The Fat Lady Sings


When compasses are all aligned
    and needles point to truest north
    we'll celebrate the coming forth
of man's recalibrated mind

and hold our hands and dance with glee
    upon the grave that is the world
    and see the flags of peace unfurled
across the heavens' canopy

in melted colour, vivid, flapping,
    thwicking thwacking in the wind
    and cry with faces drawn and thinned
from lack of sleep and endless clapping—

and when the bells ring in the new
    and ring the old convictions out
    we'll beat the square pegs in a rout
to clear the field for me and you

to build our global village up
    and raise our kids to think like us,
    without the politics and fuss,
and with our overrunning cup

of happiness and health we'll raise
    a toast for uniformity
    and comfortable conformity,
all clean and pressed for salad days,

like tender fishes in a tin,
    we'll thank the godless heavens for
    the loss of poverty and war
and for the blissful state we're in

until the twinkling stars above
    the cattletrucks have waned away
    and all the cows are home to stay
stuffed full of joy and peace and love.



12.16.14