Travesty

They will wait, well disposed, for others to remedy evil, that they may no longer have have it to regret. - Thoreau

when the neap tide is restless

but the wayward moon isn't yet full

when the night's are long and hot

and fleece is spun into tarnished golden wool

when corrupt cities crumble and wash into a wary sea

when what should have been has no chance to ever be

when exhausted fingers lose their grip on faith

and dead souls no longer have the will to dance

when there's no more millionth merciful chance

when a fumous pillar guides its smoky wraith

and the seventh day no longer rests but stays up and becomes the eighth

when there are no more places to hide

and men have no choice but to abide

there

kneeling in front of a burning bush that does not consume

reaching up for eden's knowing tree

that's when you'll see me

in an earthly travesty

Author's Note

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