creation

Eyes watching this creation

Conservative 1953

Witch-hunts and Doris Day

Eyes watching this creation

Father crying cooking burnt steak

To mother dying seeing light in the tunnel

Eyes watching this creation

To Popeye & Olive interrupted

By Dallas killing/fragments of brain

Cover the lady’s face

While father crying

Eyes watching this creation

As death creeps upon him

In the tall grass

Eyes watching this creation

As he attempts to read Joyce

But in the end he’d rather watch

Gunsmoke

Eyes watching this creation

Seeing child hanging onto flesh

Running naked in the napalm morning

And everything is horror

Eyes watching this creation as grandmother

Dies a stinking corpse while his lips

Kiss her dead lips as father said,

Come on, get over it

Eyes watching this creation as father

Dies. Mother dies.

Eyes watching this creation

To a heavenly sphere filled with light

And he changed his name to Blake

Eyes watching this creation

As he journeyed like the three wise

Men on pilgrimage following a star

That keeps moving….keeps moving

Eyes watching this creation in the

Monastic night to chants of

Redemption and sadness in the

Same lonely breathe

Eyes watching this creation

While two planes hit two towers

And tourists flee in incendiary

Night

Eyes watching this creation as creation

Watches herself dying, living,

Dying on this wheel we call

LIFE.

 

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