On Monday, I hit a deer. On Tuesday, I got lost on a nature trail during my lunch break. During Tuesday evening, I decided to get all of my affairs in order. Preparations for Wednesday included a last will and testament, praying about any wrongs, talking to friends and family, and eating my weight in Hostess Twinkies. No, the latter I couldn't bear to do. Even when death is imminent, I still think of my dieting. One wants to look one's best in a casket.
Besides, with the week I was having, I didn't want to be found dead with frosting on my face after choking on Twinkies. I would much prefer getting hit by an eighteen wheeler on a rural highway or being mauled by an out-of-place, migrating bear. That would be a fitting ending to the week. I think that would be out-standing.
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Where There Is No Vision…
I live in a world
where the people perish
Where there’s no light
to wash out the sky
Where each thing that I see
and all the things that I cherish
reach up, but eventually die
And there are men such as me
who rose from the dust
Some I believe, others deceive…
So, I suppose,
there are those you can’t trust
Some, I recall,
were there from the Fall--
Remaining mired in anger and gore
Before greatness, they grovel--
With their fear, they grapple
Like infants,
they cling and they crawl
They fight to explore
what the Righteous ignore
Still--
They run to the one who brings war
They cringe at creation--
Peace, they appall
They flinch at the thought
when the flesh is no more
While our children
have fun
as they run
and play ball
They continue to lie--
To be sly
To be bold--
To get by
Believing these actions
could possibly stall
the imminent end,
closing in on us all
Some will choose flight
from the ones who use might
who haven’t yet found how to fly
And all they can do,
for the rest of their lives,
is to watch from below
and wave them goodbye
or to jump from the tops
of the mountains and try
Wrong or right, irreverent or just
in awe as they stare upon high
They look into the night
The darkness, they relish
For power, they lust
Life, they defy, passes them by
The truth,
they embellish,
brandish,
and thrust
Knowing not why--
It turns slowly to rust
But I watch the heavens,
for hours and hours--
Day after day--
I pray and I curse and I cry
Until this blue earth of ours
becomes but a blemish--
The price that we pay--
Wiped away
from the sight
of God’s eye
Great poem, Joe. You have many evocative poems with wonderful images in the anthology. I can see how it relates to the post a little, yet it is a stretch.
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