On the Third Day...

All the martyrs had it wrong
     the spotlight shone
     upon the final act
     while the audience
     lost the meaning of the play...
Better to live to fight another day
     another chance for someone
     anyone to hear and understand
     what it is you're trying to say,
     though you yourself may not
     comprehend the meaning...
What do you glean
     from bones left drying
    in the sun?...
The meat, the meaning
     is long gone
     and the brittle bones
     are of use to no one...
Run, then run
     to the sound of drums,
     wherever People are gathered,
     state your mind;
     for then maybe
     the Blind will see,
     the Dumb will speak,
     the Dead will rise...
     July 20, 2014