Jun 2013
Isn’t it strange
How amidst the dying leaves and growing grass and snarling ivy
Keeping their vigil without choice, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in the land of the doubted god, omnipresent, yet never seen
Who killed himself for the lives of the faithless, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in the shadow of His building of stubborn stone and vicious spire and painted glass
Waiting for a fable to knock, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How with the shadows and ghosts and worms and butterflies
Symbols for what they guard, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in line with the crosses and grails and angels and virgins
Left in loving memory of the forgotten, perhaps
How curious it is
That the obelisk stands tallest: ancient symbol of those heretics
Who kneel before the filthy sun
Defile it as they will
Atop it may they place a crucifix
That they may execute the knowledge
But still it will stand
Still Proudest
Still Sneering
Still
Amidst the still and silence and spirits and guns, perhaps
How amidst the dying leaves and growing grass and snarling ivy
Keeping their vigil without choice, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in the land of the doubted god, omnipresent, yet never seen
Who killed himself for the lives of the faithless, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in the shadow of His building of stubborn stone and vicious spire and painted glass
Waiting for a fable to knock, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How with the shadows and ghosts and worms and butterflies
Symbols for what they guard, perhaps
Isn’t it strange
How in line with the crosses and grails and angels and virgins
Left in loving memory of the forgotten, perhaps
How curious it is
That the obelisk stands tallest: ancient symbol of those heretics
Who kneel before the filthy sun
Defile it as they will
Atop it may they place a crucifix
That they may execute the knowledge
But still it will stand
Still Proudest
Still Sneering
Still
Amidst the still and silence and spirits and guns, perhaps
Looking through my older work, this was the first thing I remember writing, it came at me from left field, since it wasn't as dire as the other stuff I'd written at the time. I've updated it a little, but the premise is there, feedback, as ever, appreciated.
