Treasure Island

Brian Taylor

(England)

Black Magic


…a flowering of the human spirit
in which Evil torments and exploits
as much of Creation as it can reach.

…a development of Freedom To
in which Evil discards
the corner stone of Ethics
and expands
to as near Absolute Power
as it can reach.

…a flowering of Materialism,
in which Evil enclosures
its concentration camps,
its factory farms and farmers,
its vivisection laboratories and Ph.D.s.

…a convention of High Priests
and Thought Police,
Bishops and Ayatollahs;
who corral
the Living Spirit
and embed it
in dense shadowy Matter.

Until compressed by pain,
it evaporates away
to re-form eternally
somewhere else again.

Submitted: Saturday, June 09, 2012
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013

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