Windborne...

The Day decides, not I,

the Wind blows

and off I go

whither it may take me,

till the requirements

and Dire Testaments

of a Civilized Society

(excuse the laugh

into the sleeve

as some ridiculousness

is too much to believe)

drag my feet back down

to sweet Mother Earth...

 

Better I should drive a hearse,

picking up the Dead

as I go along,

"Bring out your Dead,

Dead Man walking"...

Lives without Balance,

splattered with mud

wallowed in a rut

tattered and bedraggled

in their finest togs...
 

Jogging with I-pods,

filming on I-pads,

talking on I-phones

and wondering why

the Live alone among the Lonely...

 

You know the Truth in this,

you know that which,

it is you miss,

there has been something

missing all along ,

knowing what is wrong

and doing nothing

is the greatest Sin of all...

 

June 11, 2015