Our Old Story

If everything wrong were righted today
my bet is that the thrill would last for a spell
but then somebody somewhere’d find something
less than acceptable about our almost-heaven.
Somebody somewhere’d swear a disparity,
this casting a shadow on their bright countenance,
this causing their hand to rise up and slay their
brother or sister or neighbor’s boyfriend’s cousin,
this squeezing a blood cry from a bucolic cornfield,
this starting a chapter in a new old testament as
some old timer somewhere’d say Here we go again.
 
 
 
 

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2 Comments

  1. Ann on July 22, 2014 at 1:37 pm

    my.
    My.
    looking out here at a bucolic cornfield.

  2. pastordt on July 24, 2014 at 5:34 am

    If that isn’t the perfect description of the human condition, I don’t know what is. Thanks for it.

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