Hymnal for the Sun

Birds on one side and the sun on the other
stepped in a pile but the soil is clever
Even with rain the gene swarm will evolve
lay down your bets in the hours before dark

there’s a wild rush, when the wells speak
saw you looking deep

all that is asked
in the end
is our faith

while the owls dream

Mask covers eyes and fingers placed in ears
don’t want to listen, just bathing in fear
Rip out those apples and head for the trees
that’s where you’ll find us enjoying our feast

there’s a crazed pulse, when the blade falls
feel it as we bleed

come back and tell me
that love
isn’t real

where the butcher sleeps

This article was posted on Sunday, February 21st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.