The Chikara Collection - Above the Setting Skies

Above the setting skies
this God cries
dewdrops into ripples
    swelling endlessly
    crashing down; Battering
Mother Earth bearing silt
Her sediments linger suspended
No - sinking 'neath the waves
of blighted inspirations
of solid rock erosions
of pummeled mysteries
The old traditions swirl
the Ten Commandments twirl
...victims of the undertoe
As crimson fruit fall free
from the brookside apple tree
    bestially bobbing
creating ripples all their own
Thus now harder this God cries
above the setting skies