“Wada ya know?”
“Not much.”
“Same. I’ll tell ya something.”
“What?”
“We got a serial killer here.”
“Yeah.”
“A really fucked up serial killer.”
“No shit. They’re all fucked up. But this one ….”
“Ya know. It ain’t unusual for a killer to collect souvenirs from victims….”
“I know, but eyes?”
“Yeah. That's really fucked up”
“The M.E. can’t figure how he does it.”
“What was it, looks like cautery?”
“Yeah.”
“This guy is getting to me.”
“No shit. Welcome to the club.”
“I mean I’m having dreams about this shit.”
“You might wanna talk to the Shrink.”
“I don’t know, I might.”
“I had this dream that there were twelve people who… who…”
“Yeah? Twelve who what?”
“I don’t know. I keep waking up.”
“Huh. Twelve right?”
”Yeah. Twelve, somehow the number twelve’s very important.”
“Twelve?”
“Twelve.”
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Adversary
The lightning struck tower
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Theodicy
Ancient
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Legion
Our name is Legion
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
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