28 Jul 2017 – Sonnet
Among the stars God scattered throughout space
are those that, when they die, devour light,
and these are mirrored in the human race,
great drinking straws of Hell that suck the night.
Down here we watch pinched skins of Earth show swells –
red-hot and roiling, right beneath our feet,
infected sores that spew the pus of Hell.
Who will it be? Which stranger that we’ll greet?
But what do you call this, of nature’s freaks,
the great abomination, vast and vile,
that soils all that it touches? All that it speaks
defiles the ears and souls to hear such bile.
A once most honored house! A once great land
dares not ask how much cleansing might demand.