Scott Ransopher

IN THE BEGINNING

In a correlated space awaiting mice of time
A clouded T.V. screen of desensitized idioms
Beckon terrestrial Gods,
Fantasy pictures, contritely morbid
Texturized lies; Barely autonomous
Grasp hands and spit blazing daggers of
Mortally shattering animosity into an open ring
Galaxy!
 
Enter death:
Full figured ego,
Whiny,
Bossy,
Demanding,
 
Frigid danger lay upon a hearth of sterling
Trumpet blowing angels,
 
Supreme joy jets in and out of all
Creation Great and small,
 
Whence His heavens suffer war,
Where to hide,
They can no more.

written 1999

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