The seventh trumpet sounds its dreadful peal,
And nevermore above ground steal the dead:
Life’s renowned torment has lost its appeal;
By dark-gowned dancing master we are led.
Unfaithfulness surrounds the marriage bed
As we counter each other, move by move,
Surmounting, smothering, together, fled
Apart, then starting over, rebound love.
Dark town of childhood, silent nights approve
The preacher’s practice of making us feel
Demonic, undeserving to be fed,
Thinking all feeling to be risen above.
All seals lie open, only to reveal
An unknowing and meaningless charade.
Mon 30 July 2007
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