Scavenger

Scavenger  2/28/2014

Objects I cannot see

Hurtle through space

And collide with each other

Shattering in all directions

In and out of time. 

The city of the dead

Gives up their ghosts

One by one

Rising in the night.

Curving, looping and diving

They return with a rush

Faster and faster over the trees

That shiver in the dirt. 

Time passes over

But the spirit remains

Impenetrable and perfect

Ageless and remote.

There is no reason to cry

And grief has no purpose

Because God restores all

Just as it always was.

If we have forever

What is the rush?

And why should we suffer

This horrible longing.

I was born impatient

And even though I know

I still get anxious

And filled with dread.

We fear the unknown

And cling to the familiar

Even if it hurts

And bleeds us dry. 

Our hearts are hardened

And our will is broken

Until we go meekly to bed

And sleep our life away.

Giving in to the irresistible force

That assaults us every day

With endless demands

And the same old lies. 

Entropy pulls us down

And wears down our resolve

As we listen to the same old song

We have heard

A million times before.

But that is man

And that is life

As we build up our sense of self

On nothing at all. 

Constructing a whole philosophy

And assumptions

That even a child

Can see is false. 

If everything is true

Then all of it is false

And if all of it is false

What good are we at all?

Let them all fight

And let them all die

Biting and snarling

Over pride and falsehood

And drowning in blood

Over nothing at all. 

In the end

Everything disappears

Except who we are

And what we do.