The Eighth Day

In limbo the masses walk
from centuries past and to come
- no moral lessons-
- no chain reaction-
The pewter water is holy now.

The end is always the beginning
rebirth is the salvation
- write me a story -
- tell me a tale -
read me the verses of creation.

Black is not dark nor white is pure
the milk is pouring to bathe the navel
-how bleak the eyes can be-
-how loose the tongue must act-
-how violent the hands are-
to treason for reason does not justify.

The ego hunts the weak soul
the house is the hideout from remorse
- the book is always there-
- Take it or leave it-
The flame of consciousness is running its course.

From Genesis to Apocalypses
has anything been learned at all
-greed is Dante's inferno-
- poverty is the major sin-
How fatal good intentions can be.

The club is the mold
for cloning ignorance and intolerance
- who slanders who-
-ask me no questions-
Whose truth is it the one that set us free.

Ethel