Friday, November 28, 2014

MUDDY MIRROR

into the muddy mirror,we gazed all day
and at night
behind the shadow of the moon
we digested scripts
and diluted our history..
our identity was nailed to a cross
so we prayed not to fall prey
"how great thou, art"

into the muddy mirror,
we gazed all day
at night the dogs' belch blew back dogma;
panned like
beliefs sold on trays, or
3D dimensions of coins
tossed into charity's hands
stolen by Caesar, as always
as eyes kept closed
try to attract God with noise