Sunday, December 22, 2013
A Halting Step
He takes a halting step backward,
Standing in a broad, shallow hole or pit,
Everywhere are these concentrated beings
Of darkness and oblivion.
He takes a halting step, and he takes a photograph
To place in his authoritative album of awkwardness,
Ranging from the absurd to the stupid.
The pictures are of the religious, flaming realm
Of another hell of another planet or another plane
Of existence, where is this existence?
Above the close horizon he stares into space,
Like a wavering bent person of praise.
He will deepen the fair shadow,
He decides to scoop some of the ground,
To move it with his eyes of lightning speeds,
As fast as doctors and as slow as privates.
He will scoop the digging area,
And you shouldn’t deny the results of life
On this plane of existence.