burnt offering
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Some fires linger forever
Thursday, June 2, 2005
smokescreens rise from the center of the courtyardsbillow from a hidden purpose;polluting the marble surface of our irritated "I's"too late we realize that we cannot trust the imagesbehind the ceremonial screen, we cannot trust thosewho carve out constitutional peacepipes from fossilized bones that were exumed from holy groundand purchased at the dollar storein the close out bin but we watch with reddened eyesthe flick-flick-flick of political emberslanding in the crib of civilization,sparking daily fires as the breathless onessuck in the sooty flames of oppressionwith their thorn pricked palms covering their speechless mouthswatching uninvited touristorder the destruction of the temples of peace, knowing that these visitors have obviously ignored the exit signs,disturbing the original heavenly order;watching aliens gods build timeshares for the red-tie members in the House of Fools © 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed, all rights reserv'd
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Peace and love, Carole
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Painful, profoundly heartbreaking poetry; yet those in the house of fools care not one whit. Shameful!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love Tinka