The New Song

As answers deceive

The questions stand

And dancers leave

To track the sand

Round robin conspiracy

Threatening us all

The letters all lower case

Their finality tall

Butting my head

Inside of the line

“When does it end Father,

Maybe this time”

The black and the white of it

The tall and the short

The poisons the same

One knife for a fork

New action will free

What inaction restrains

To once again, once again

Once again drain

So back to the future

Back to the past

Choose not your weapon

You’ve had your last laugh

The wind’s in the vestibule

New breath in the hymn

Your darkness reveals

What the light needs to win

With seven unsavory

And eight left to roast

The turkey unstuffed

Leaving room for the ghost

So ride away, ride away

Ride away all

The damage inflicted

This hammer a maul

The blood’s in the alleyway

Life beckons on

Death has been slaughtered

  —as begins the new song

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)

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