Ripening

Ripening               8/24/2017

Covered up

Or covered over

The die is caste

Above

And below.

We who see

Watch the hands move

Right in front

Or under the table. 

You can fold it up

Or you can turn it over

But the truth remains

Hidden and corrupt.

We all looked up

But we never saw a thing

The entire earth

Tipped over

And upside down. 

Picking at a spec

And ignoring the timber

The forest for the trees

Dark immense and deep. 

Months, years

Decades and more

Every lie

And every myth

Bigger and bigger. 

Some see rivers

And some see floods

Faces in the clouds

Or gutters full of blood.

We all go on

Just like we did before

Oblivious to the signs

Hanging from the trees.

Some life

And some lie

While others work

And suffer.

Pages turn

And people get married

Buying and selling

Dreaming

And scheming. 

Endless talking

And endlessly speculating

All over nothing

True hatred

Over and over. 

Unable to see

Right in front of their eyes

The horrible crimes

Every day

And every hour.

The fruit hangs low

Heavy with the season

A long time coming

Ripened and ready.

The summer turns

Deep rich and golden

Reaped in an hour

Great heaps of grain

Thick and overflowing.