Friday, July 10, 2015

on the horizon

i ask myself
who will see it
who will notice those cries heard in the night
to be complicit in the crimes outside our door?
will ours be a voice trembling 'neath a dimming bulb
warning that the light we see is dark?

totalitarians love war as if bread for their tables
blood, the red wine coating their throats
when people disappear,  they'll help them hide
because crimes against the struggling are cause for more

we'll shake our heads when the warning sirens wail
longing that the enemy would learn the we are right
who imagines our sincerity to be tainted?
nothing is more natural than knowing God's on our side

when we smell flesh as the dust rains upon our heads
will the silent torture of convictions spew vomit on the  streets?
when The Bomb, our bombs sprinkle the lawns of our villages
will then a whimper rise enough to explore the rubble of despair?

when bodies return wrapped in their symbolic flag
will it be too late to redirect the movie
to cancel the show about dandelions on our lawns
and show the faces that horrified the dreams of our parents
now possessive of our lungs as a suffocating theme?

are we to salute or weep the dead murdered at our hands
for they will be our brothers, our children
our neighbors slain upon the carpeted earth?
then the airy transparency of our majesty
will lay crumbling like a yellow constitution
released finally from its vacuumed tomb

who will see it
who will notice
complicit in the crimes outside our door
as oblong clouds stretch across the assure sky
as if beds awaiting heads to arrive
pretending they were alive?



*...even the most avowedly nonreligious person still, in their deeper being, shares in a religious oriented behavior.
-Mircea Eliade

*The unconscious activity of modern humans ceaselessly presents us with innumerable symbols, and each of them has a particular message to transmit, a particular mission to accomplice, in order to ensure or re-establish the equilibrium of the psyche.
-Mircea Eliade

*...it is through symbols that humans find their way out of our particular situation and "open ourselves" to the general and the universal.  Symbols awaken individual experience and transmute it into a spiritual act, into metaphysical comprehension of the world.
-Mircea Eliade

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