Fallacy…

We,
what need have we for prayers
to deaf gods and dead ideals?
Why ask
to see us safely home from our drunken brawls
with courtesy?
who better has cause for a tormented conscience
than we who find solace
in our quieted hearts and
our world made more tranquil
by the distance we place between ourselves
and each other?
We create daemons
by yea do they show humble deference
and a shade of green envy to our ability
to deface our own hearts with blasphemous oaths
and plucking the smile from our own lips
leave it upon the doorstep of our brother
showing not the light of day to the scowl underneath
it is by fond wishes that we do ourselves the most discourtesy
the rose that is offered is more polymer than perfume
the reason more gangrenous than gratitude
we’ll visit the kirk of our kinsman
remark upon its beautiful design
shake hands with the pastor
and drop a tithe into their poor box
then rush home to our own sanctuary
and listen for the jingle of like payment
when finding there to be none
we’ll sit upon the rooftop at dusk
as the sun sets behind the bell tower
and slap the clawed hands of doubt
away from our nagging minds
“but I patronize” we reason
“I proffered slivers of blood and tissue” we protest
“and answer of like kind have they not for me?” we question
players on this stage
with Elizabethan collars
we stand beside our troupe
grease paint wilting from the heat of the drama
we eschew the 4th wall
we’ll improv rather than ask for the line
it is not so much our own talent
that will move the critic
we abide the attention of the audience
if only for that hopeful moment of misfortune
our fellow thespian
trips upon the raised edge of gaffer’s tape
a misdirected stage direction
misplaced and miscalculated
an injury of the soul
and then the air smells of copper and pain

the spotlight shifts

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About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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19 Responses to Fallacy…

  1. Beautiful Eric, as though it has stepped out of the golden age of imaginative and distinguished prose. I am speechless! ❤

  2. My question has always been why are the Gods deaf. My answer was, because they do not exist. But if they do because they are less than we would believe and i cannot believe in less. This really made me think. Great thoughts E.

  3. Purpleanais says:

    You blow me away, Eric

  4. Rita says:

    Wow! Wow! Just Wow!

  5. Meghan Tregellis says:

    This is amazing Eric! ❤

  6. my valiant soul says:

    Amazin work, Eric.

  7. Geetha B says:

    Lovely prose Eric though I tend to believe that perhaps rather than deaf the gods have been muted by our own actions. It is a world of free choice after all and this Earth is what we make of it together

  8. BoldBeat&NipLESS says:

    *swoon* your language is mesmerizing Eric!! Beautiful!

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