Bifurcation

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. - Thoreau

With a nuclear winter's sun splayed across my face.

Marking due east from spent west.

In a fallen creed's Sunday best.

An unwanted, temporary, overnight guest.

Oblivious to the rest.

Holding the keys to a virid house high-up on a hill.

Sheltering what's scarcely left of a broken world's barren garden.

Where I once faithfully stood ...

... in a righteous neighborhood ...

Author's Note

"There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted." - Thoreau