We saw an Empire crash and burn.
most humans cycle more than learn,
She paints her wrath with Cynthia and Steve..
This came as no surprise. We praised
its sunset with our lips but dazed
(we had to after all, because
of the hysterical totalitarian stampede)
among the liars in our heads
He paints his envy with the face of Tom.
which suckle on our empty dreads
we see a dream we choose of love
or hate as light by shadow, dove
by owl we crumble in the room
where Jesus sword cuts through
our foreheads and our hands with flood and fire,
where we are choices in His loom.
She never ceased to paint her wrath with Cynthia and Steve,:
uncircumcised, slain by the sword.
We reap the whirlwind that we sow
be this a lifetime of mere self
a grape skin empty bottle
lightbulb's filament, a mote of dust
or prospering our neighbour's health.
Our automation phase shift looms
Watch out for hating people you don't hate!
in offices and living rooms
as mass society stampedes.
They paint their issues with your face!
True warnings happen. No one heeds,
or few. The technocratic mob
howls. Someone guiltless has no job.
He never ceased to paint his envy with the face of Tom:
uncircumcised, slain by the sword.
