Dovetail

Dovetail   11/20/2013

The rocks are moving

Under my feet

Even though I cannot feel it

And the dead are whispering in our ears

Even though we cannot hear

And cannot see.

Names, dates and numbers

Mark our times

Coming at us randomly

But always falling into a pattern

Only after, it’s too late.

Change ripples outwards

And reverberates over time

As we free fall

Deeper and deeper

From where we once were.

Public events and private betrayal

Worm their way through time

Low, evil, and merciless

Deadly, cold, and accurate. 

One thing leads to another

And all of it

Leads to death

As the cut outs are sacrificed

One, two, and three.

The herd grows thick

And expendable

Just like you can imagine

And just like they want.

Emotional, dumb and blind

Easily led and easily killed

Thriving on promises

And crumbs. 

But woe to the man

Who wants something more

A meaningful life

Full of opportunity

And possibility. 

For creativity cannot be controlled

And it comes in unpredictable ways

Blessing with the spirit

Who it will and when. 

But all of this still survives

Unseen and unrecognized 

In ways not yet discovered

And exploited.

Create anyway

Even though you have lost

And explore the heart boldy 

Even when you are crushed.

There will always be hope

And there will always be God

Though men may plot,

Murder and steal.