In Adherence To Armageddon
Viral ranks will spread like plague,
Ravens claws will clinch and pull -
by way of black mid-eastern gold
Influentially 'crude' with curling smile
and serpents dance, and as its ruse
it mates with every culture, naturally.
Everyday is circumstance
another chance....consequence
Yet we choose to challenge the stage
tho' we talk, and tap-dance very well.
For when it all comes down to logic -
we just don't get it at all.
It's a wonder we've survived this long!
What common denominator bests
the mortal bond of Life, Death?
For what in Gods name could be more telling than this?
We all touch Life within warm wombs.
We all smell Death within cold tombs.
Why must we spend.....the inbetween
Inflicting pain...........attending wounds.
____ Frank J.Ryan, Jr. _____
[From The Attic of Beginnings]
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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