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A Country Rag
Cabala
"I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness and speak comfortably unto her...." Hosea 2:14
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Megiddo Requiem
Before the cenotaph
of an eviscerated soul
sing at Solemn Mass
with praise
for the passions and faith
that clash
in unbearable glory
and unspeakable pain
over a desecrated field where
still remain
round the engram of
a commemorative cross
fibres and fossils of love.
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Sacrament
Over my shoulder
he runs in haughty glee
and snatches me,
Satan with his sudden drug
of darkness and despair.
Locked against the barren glass
of his unruled distortion
he lays me in a ghastly, ghostly room
writhing on the pleated sheets
of hopelessness and hate.
Sacrilege to a destitute night
maddening coils of evil
slash through honeycombs of pain,
crash and scramble
from his armored plunge.
On widening, cursing waves
care convulsed
cries and teems,
drowns the devil's dervish
in his barrage of banal screams.
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Fusion and Fission
It's the name of God,
the great destroyer.
It ends our minds,
stops the rabbits
playing in the fields,
kills the worms and fish
and burns the trees,
explodes the earth,
loses the history of the world.
No word remains.
No man lives to tell
the long and intricate tale.
It evolves in steam and
streams into the universe,
unknown, unnamed,
God unmasked.
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"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but...against the rulers of the darkness of this world...." Eph. 6:12
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A Country Rag Index
text and graphics © Jeannette Harris, Jonesborough, TN 2007. All rights reserved.
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