Sunday, April 24, 2011

First Reverence

we were before time was drawn into a line
became shadow across the ground 
became something to use as a measure of worth 
became something the good do not waste or squander

we were before image became cloaked in symbol
carved across the face of stone
became something more profound than imagination
became something to adhere to with adulation, without respect

we were before the word

the word, one small sound
the word written, an even tinier transient imprint
found amongst numerous other tracks
upon the banks of the river called life

we are forgotten

for most of our being has been shaped
by those who seek memory, spirit, voice
in the word
as they have written it
those who in the end do not know 
who they are

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Eve of Idiocy

on the eve of idiocy
she saw children pressed between headlines
like dead flowers
loved ones go and never come back
from three wars

on the eve of idiocy
she looked back
upon the road to madness
she'd so much enjoyed
in her youth

on the eve of idiocy
the moon