Faith Healers
No doubt, excellent penance must be
paid.
Life is debt.
Always more to need pulls
forward
out of dusty cracked ground to quiet
thirst.
We are not last, or first, nor most
grieved,
most grievous.
Another litter along this trail of
fools.
As if ever more stringent
rules,
admonitions of flame and
infamy,
could slake or set us
free.
Comic cosmic tragedy, but for
descendants
begrudged, pre-judged, caught up
pre-aware
in dismal prophecy catechized
by
bumbling attendants.
Future’s fettered face: shake faith
in
reckless disregard for
creation.
March 29, 2013
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