Under the waxing moon
Where safety is secured in -
the throes of madness
Where ambiguous , vocal figurines annotate abject sadness* ...


* Reversus de pit ignis Ad .. .. Amen: alleluja habitabo in medio populi mei misericors deus in misericordia* ..

I can't wait to find out who's right* ...

Blessed is this monument where -
the woe begotten mechanisms of -
capitalism and caste democracy -
gather
May their gods deliver and protect-
them
May their labors ne'er be forgotten
May their frozen , weathered and
calloused hands find solace
I pray that their zeal for family and -
financial security is forever accomplished* ..

Poetry is the keyhole between the -
body politic and wanton government* ...

The pinewoods appear to be in -
a frantic search , having no knowledge of -
sky nor earth
Port Lake lies in some reflective dream ,
receiving drops of salvation in sky born -
schemes
Alas , stubborn poet , let loose thy empirical
tethers whilst running naked among men* ...

The fishes worship the sun and the moon
Some leave the surety of water for a quick , clear -
image of their beauty and authority
Others swim unsure , besmirching their
brethren for believing such folly  , sinking
into the depths to escape the majority
Schools of followers forming religious
cliques , casting anger toward the bottom -
dwelling fish
Voracious congregations in a feeding -
frenzy , growing larger , never ending
One day a strange sight did appear
Reverend Grouper calmed the church -
declaring " the angels are here "
They floated to the surface where they were -
quickly netted , the command of the pastor -
was soon regretted
The agnostics and the atheist continue to
'lay low' , timidly swimming from rock to coral to
hole* ....

If scientist could harness the energy
expended over a football game an apply
it to the hunger crisis* ...