To every darkness,
There is a fright
Some evil doesn’t come out
Even at night
Voices, screams
Ripped-seams
Memories wished away
by better days dreams
I had a moment
of atonement
when a flash came and left
Not in my eye but on my cleft
I could not have been
like those caves of men
Did they remember acts of sin?
My meditation
was their trepidation
Their need to survive
was unlike my will to thrive
They perfected the slay
Though my parents taught me to pray
Those men took wood and stone
and made fire
If I said I was alone
I am called a liar
How could they make rock
into a wheel
Now, the sound of a glock
kills my urge to feel
I guess it’s true
They did evolve
Still, we don’t have a clue
how to get through a resolve
Everything and everyone
is not what it seems
If we could reach
the burning sun
Do we need anyone to preach
when all we want to do is run?
Maybe we landed
too soon on the moon
Because of all we’ve been handed
a needle is often served with a spoon
Does being present mean
being here and there
Awakening to the scent of green
pretending just to care?