Monday, May 16, 2022

There, but for the Grace of God, Go I ~ Monday, May 16, 2022

Let's pretend the world is not on fire, burning trees
embers once houses to the ground, a photograph
this, all that remains, drive through the burning forest
smell the air, charcoal, the wood burns to ash, the breeze

plays with the embers setting the whole world alight
relax, it will pass, the Earth like Venus, a laugh
embrace the last days, dance and drink with all the rest
tremble before dawn, wake up to everything gone
even the rivers, the lakes and streams took flight
nothing but dead fish, desiccated in their beds
dry as Martian dust, let's pretend they will wake up

trust in Jesus Christ to save us from talking heads
how his miracle fed with no measuring cup
every one of us, how could we not rise at dawn

wonders never cease, so they say, let's be grateful
or let's celebrate, celebrate the end is near
rest assured it's not, no, not for billions of years
let's pretend it is, nothing counts, let's be hateful
decidedly not, the consensus is still out

illustrious star, so far away, nothing clear
still we navigate the universe full of tears

notice how we live, how we live for greed and hate
only a sermon, for the parish, the devout
tremble not to preach, to laugh and enjoy and teach

only this won't do, our house, the earth, is on fire
not true says the man, the President was a leech

fake news, his best phrase, forgive us, the news is dire
in this world, we watch the news to witness our fate
remind the ostrich, lift your proverbial head
even to ignore, but for a moment, the news

but for a moment, we let down our hair, relax
until the embers, floating in the air, unfed
restlessly gorge on, wait, without a throat, but how
no one knows but God, in the mind of God, we choose
in our destiny, vigilance fills in the cracks
nothing but potholes, after winter, we ignore
government once more, construction is the cash cow

take but a moment, a moment to clear-cut land
realize the fire, the fire comes from burning trees
even if we stop, clear the trees, the rape at hand
even to ignore, but for a moment, the breeze
still the embers wait, the mind of God knows the score

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