You and Me, Sister
There are all around us
Words, voices, noises all
That tell us how to live
What to buy
How to vote
How to understand the righteous way
To have our way
And somehow please the gods, made
Masks of self-will
And agenda
The presupposed mighty
Who believe this
Heavy understanding
As in labored, rasping breathing
Weighted with the chains of Ebenezer
Leaden steps to its own ruin of
The truth, the peace, the joy
Held captive in
The castle of the rich
Where it gets out as planned,
God is chained or
Does not exist
Whichever muttering in shadows works
For the next parched day
But there are shadows within shadows
Truth in chains
There are prophecies about antitheses
There are always prophecies
The magi before Herod
Nathan before David
Elijah and the attitude of Jezebel
Defeat of those who take and hold
For now
The gold crust of Earth
Annihilation of the profits (this kind,
please note)
In a pit and everything
That has propelled the wrong kind of
Dragon, not the jeweled interest bred in stories
But the beast, the pet, the ruler of rust
And melted riches
There are always prophecies
We need them
They stock our campaign
Give us words for songs
And dimensional conversation
To march us on the plain
Toward pointed everything
The real change that prophecy intrigues
The reason why the thing slouching
Toward Megiddo
Can be mocked, if not ignored
The devil’s own soft points
Paranoia, riled into defeat
We win
C L Couch
Image by Manuela Milani from Pixabay
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