Serpents Head Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Roam the dry place waiting for breaches
Rapture of pride titillated by thorns
We are the children of the broken dream
Who hung the stars before our vacant eyes?
Run into the children of Cain
They wait for the dark man

Brooks speak of the rising sun
I have left the shadow of time
Olive tree with tendrils to the garden
Fruit of the true tree
Springs of living joy

Militant man of earth
Helmets with brazen Rome
Man of the state
Man of the steeple
Man of ideology
Military man
Your solutions die at Armageddon

Can’t you watch with me one hour?
Soul of peace in a body of sin
Nature against soul
Fallen nature sees the stars
Split, fragmented
Lord they know not what they do!
Thank you for forgiveness
I shall forgive all and join you
The serpent’s head has been crushed