We created Church and State.
Unleashed a world of Dog-Eat-Dog.
Turned our backs, yet passed the plate,
assuring our own epilogue.
Man that once was boy took root.
And raised in calm, the oak grew fair.
Oak that once was seed, take heed!
of scorching flames, of roots laid bare.
Acting like a spoiled child,
we spurned the life we once enjoyed.
Now our withered arms reach out
for life in yet another void.
In these final hours, we
shall strut upon a smaller stage.
Cursing Isms right and left
as smugness turns to "Twilight's Rage".
Blinded by the folly of
the slogans, banners, and "The Cause".
Thoughts of "Man's Best Friend" persist,
with gnashing teeth and blood-stained claws.
( on the Doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction )
The girl with the green eyes
and legs up to here
sheltered by Mother, then
shouldered out of the nest
wearing many hats.
Pressing about for doors
pressing in for a handle,
closing. Time to buy in.
Two, in still wet cement,
hardening. Time to pull out?
swimming threads,
skimming the sheen
of simple cloth, it's
mama's cookie-cutter.
frosting-covered crullers
whose immortal souls
fashion their true colors
out of doughnut holes.
who to the skin
fleshes out
the fair, quilted
in hair and without.
up to your elbows,
then down to the shore
turns and twists through
walnut grove mists...
( Tripping about the Willamette Valley, OR )