Mark Sauer Poems

Man is the animal
Who says No to himself;
An ape chained to a small
But most annoying elf.
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We void a womb
To fill a tomb
And in the blink
Between we think
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Like a billowing silken gown that's drawn
Constricted through a finger ring to show
It's sheerness, a diaphanous chiffon
Pulled through the unyielding die of Now
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My father suffers Moore's law in reverse;
His memory is halved each eighteen months.
The newer half dissolves; his universe
Falls inward, in blue-shifted Hubble Crunch.
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First, nearest to Him; least, furthest from us,
Of all saints most hidden - and familiar;
Faceless, voiceless - a name and the office
Of step-father is all we know; no more.
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To the salted desert God had blasted
Men soon returned, chastisement all forgot;
As brief as tears endure, exile lasted,
Then new fools crept to settle the same spot.
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The photon interrupted wakes
From cee's timeless hibernation,
And falling into now it takes
Its first glance since Creation,
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When the Last Man dies, and those drifted ones
Born just beyond the closing threshold, changed,
Gather at his obsequies, mutant sons
And daughters with new souls, new eyes, and strange
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Don't harken, but hear the sound of mountains.
Heed not, only float on the uncrushed cloud.
Reflect like a pool, don't peer through a lens;
Be still, be still, and know that I am God.
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Three pounds of pink jelly in a bone box
Seem an improbable seat for a soul;
The slime, whence we rose, within us still mocks,
Spittle of God mixed with dirt in a bowl.
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