Canto XII: Do Unto Others
©2019, Olan L. Smith
Hurry, sew your head back on before your eyes dry. Don't
Look back less the dark zephyr from the north engulfs, and chills
Your bones, shattering them under the weight of wrong doing.
Where falls the sun, in the inside out, to the west? No, under your
Feet; it sits at nightfall waiting for you to dig your grave beneath
The circle of corn. Dig deep, dig wide, while others gather round
To watch the evil watchman of the tower fall to the deep pits, and
Warm earth. Dig to reach heaven for hell is on the surface, dig to find
The Son before he leaves hell to replenish the heavens with worldly
Souls of grace. A warning was given, heed it, before it is too late, repent
From wickedness for it leaves a wide path where men and women follow
The Antichrist into oblivion. Waste not this moment, or these hours with
The selfish Leader who turns truth to evil and evil to truth; you know
In your heart-of-hearts what is right. Don't you? Or is it too late,
To distinguish righteousness from evil. Who are you, immigrant to push
Away mercy, to crowd human beings into camps worse than Auschwitz.
Gather them and concentrate them into cages. Nightfall is come, and the
Sun is beneath your feet, don't you know the meaning of concentrate!
Do you not know the meaning of camps! Fall on your knees, beg forgiveness.
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Poets of Life
PoetryThis is a epic poem broken up into cantos and cover the inner voice of my poetic mind. The cover photo belongs to the author, Olan L. Smith, and all copyrights apply.
