No
Light
“To Hell in a
hand basket”
“This is the
end, my friend”
1.
Only
clichés and other folks’ words
come
to mind in the lowering dark
of
a world gone to pot or to black,
as
the pot calls the kettle,
but
what are clichés for if not to bring
succor
to us suckers who long for light
not
necessarily at the end of the tunnel?
But
there’s no light in sight, none.
2.
We
who are doomed to die salute you
who
motor on in the face of bomb
threats,
mass shootings, frightening
policies
drawn up by crooked governments,
you
who warmly welcome a new child,
you
who go to church, synagogue, or mosque
to
pray, to receive succor, you who feel divine
peace
in the presence of God, a god.
3.
But
no god’s in sight, none. So what
if
I can’t pray or find peace without,
only
rarely within, where there’s no
light,
just a reptile response to life?
That’s
no question for a lyric;
save
it for an ode or an epic
or
a drama; stow it away
from
the gray light of a new day.
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