Athens, Georgia
October 2, 2012
1.
Amped
by anger
bankrolled
by billionaires
righteous
fools feed
on grievance
spit out blame
ill-tempered tools
respond
the same
self
righteous tribes
reciprocate
offended
minions
escalate.
Impelled
by honor
social
loops resonate
to unholy
harmonics
in
a world wired close
and wound
tight, trolling
the
soundtrack of
triumphalism
braying
arias echo
the
alabaster
façade
of
a once shining city
set proudly
on a hill
above the fertile
fruitless
plains.
2.
Prophetic
words come as cold wind
to early fall –
Your
noble ideals
wielded without compassion
are no more than noisy
gong and clanging
cymbal.
3.
Up
from rubble wasteland plains
past the crest of weathered
heights
a
rock is rolled to ruined walls
founded
once on noble
dreams and human flaws
repaired with vows
and
painted
cracks.
The rock rolls back
to rubble plains.
Squaring shoulders
once again
our Sisyphus descends
alone.
4.
Yet
somehow through the centuries
Saint Paul’s
savior
whispers
Love.
5.
There are autumn afternoons
that would grace eternity, when
echoes of ageless minds penetrate
prepackaged lives, and strife
recedes to hush
that would grace eternity, when
echoes of ageless minds penetrate
prepackaged lives, and strife
recedes to hush
when out of stillness
peace descends
on dry leaf flurries
and tittering
cascades
of celestial love
as a thousand starlings
speak in tongues
of tiny angels
timeless blessings
to life joyfully
borne.
6.
When
blessed by birds
and righteous
ghosts
a holy
harmonic
takes hold
of hearts
compelled
by Love
to
wield the tools
of peaceful
arts –
dancing
endless autumn days
confronting
endless fall
of night
committing all to ágape
through toil
and play –
raising up
large
rocks to height
hard words
to harmony
come what
might
– through rise
and fall
Camus
and Paul
would
claim delight
set shoulder
with Sisyphus
heart-fire
with
Love, foregoing
treasure
achieving due
measure
