Monday, December 14, 2015
I see them all...
those that push:
nearest the humble earth,
mighty in purpose and birth,
kept so far from the "victory,"
they helped achieve.
those that triumph;
stepping on human shoulders,
willing or otherwise,
screams, cries, soldiers, lies
the sky is their domain.
those along for the ride...
slow, confident, moral majority,
moving, surging, desperate hope,
that one more year, harvest, pope,
can reshape destiny, light up the dark.
those that found no comfort in groups;
defecting from the thrown down gods,
unable to join the rising tide,
spirit stone cold, they cannot abide,
should have died with the others.
for all of them must choose,
while the pendulum swings.