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AND THE SKY BLED RED
APPLES OF ENMITY
Frailty constructs its pretense
Of perfect impenetrability
As a million wounded dreams
Gather in the womb
That is The tear duct of God . . .
HE made a tree
And HE placed it in our hearts
In spit-out seeds and bloody drips
So that we would always know
Its perfect taste
But never with our lips.
And lo, a PROPHET came to us
All cloaked in flaming lies.
And he spoke only truths to us
And though he spoke the key to life
We felt as if we’d died.
And his voice was a wind
That tore at our hair
And ripped out the lilies
That we’d braided there.
And his eyes were like dancers
That writhed in his flames
And raged to the chorus
Of his hundred names!
“I seek my own destruction,”
He said with love so soft
But twisted to extents so far
That it came across as harsh.
We offered him an apple
From the tree our Master hates.
He smiled gently and politely told us
He had already ate.
“It is never as it should be,”
He told us mournfully
“Yesterday is murdered!
The sun dies every night
And the lazy moon concocts
Its empty eulogy.
“Omnimpotent is our MASTER
With his jagged tongue that spews
HIS vile spatterings of filth
Which he passes of a truths.
“And I declare that HE that says
‘I am Just and Right and Good’
Should be asked in clear language—
So as not to be misunderstood—
Are you good because you’re GOD
Or are you GOD because you’re good?”
We sat in terrible awe
Of this weird, whimsical soul
Who danced betwixt threads of
Abject madness . . . and absolute control.
To see him was to weep.
To hear him was to die.
He was less and more than our master—
More the less he tried.
“I asked HIM once myself
That simple little question
For it I was cast out of HIS
Perfect kingdom of Heaven.
“The light won’t light the fire
That burns in endless wait
For something coming hard
And mean and sucking down
And deep and clean on fate.
“Callous is the worm that drinks
Its own heart through needle points
But something thrives and writhes
In me that vomit will anoint.
“Starvations is my middle name
But I was never told it
I had to taste it for myself
In the tears of HIM
That controlled it.
“And balance is all well and good
For the 3-dimensional man
But here’s a thing of balance
Only angels understand:
If balance is defined as that
Which uses A to ‘oppose’ B
So that each have sway
And each have it equally
So if balance is the force
That justifies evil and Hell
Then what is there to balance
Balance . . . itself?”
His words made no sense to us.
Our innocent ears were too naïve
But he spoke them with such
Pretty lips, that we just had to believe
And it was then that MASTER came
From HIS throne of lies
With Heaven dripping like tears
From the Hell that was HIS eyes
HE wasn’t much for words
But this he did say
To the angel in flames
“ENEMY. AWAY.”
Enemy only laughed
And it was altogether fit
That we were laughing with him
I am somewhat sad to admit
And when our merriment touched
The catlike ears of MASTER
He screamed a storm of thunder
To drown out the horrific laughter.
And with this we were cast into
The mud and blood and meat
The paradise we knew was gone
And apple cores were at our feet
And when we felt the first cold wind
And the bristles at our feet
We knew pain for the first time
And knew that the taste
Was the taste of defeat
“What have you done to us?”
We asked HIM called ENEMY
HE was our new God and
HE said to us, “I have set you free.”
And before he left us forever
Cold and hurt and naked
He spoke these words of wisdom
“The road you walk means nothing
It’s all in how far you take it.
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