Tonight's Poet Corner: God Needs No Incense

God Needs No Incense
by Belinda Roddie

Brick by brick by brick
the church falls down, the dust
doesn't settle. It swirls
in an endless discus flung high
by a deity as red-faced
as the sun's left eye. She
will spin the world

round and round and round
until there are no temples left -
no altars, no disciples, no more
lambs bleeding from their ears.
Just the sweet simplicity of

ash and smoke and crumbling
stone, brittle as bone, chunks
of false glorification lost
to the future's embers.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Today's OneWord: Madman

Here we have the madman, standing at the podium. He screams threats and obscenities, and the meager audience cheers. They wear red hats and stamp their feet and gesture to the wind, taunting the spirits and daring them to change the course of time, to change the course of history, which never, ever ends. The madman is strutting. He's grinning at his prize. In perhaps a year, the world will change - the colors will all dim.
Read more

Today's OneWord: Statues

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
Read more