As if man & Now let ye
by Trent England
[ poetry - october 09 ]
As if man
Found Man after a two-day ocean cross.
Where was Man?
Under a heap on land, thought Man was a mouse.
Scurrying about?
Just lazy making unary ticks on the ground.
Wearing loincloth?
Just pelt and sash of herringbone stitch.
How did you find Man?
Still worshipping Woman in her pregnant form.
Tested him?
Made Man stand upright and recite his vowels.
Where is Man now?
Still reciting, has no sense of time.
Any glory to Man?
Still searching for God in His pregnant form.
Expecting creation?
Expecting Woman and Child.
Does Man still labor and toil?
Only litters his days and letters his phrases.
And the end?
Opens into a light.
Forges forgiveness?
Forgets kindness.
Foregoes righteousness?
Tries to make right.
Now let ye
A plot
is like the energy of a moth
who leaves a shadow
second
on the wall.
Subplot's different.
It's often ugly, unrepentant,
off in the corner
waving a shoe.
