Man Unkind

Dusty books of wisdom prayer wheel not spinning retreating from one another stars shedding their satin skin maelstroms of unbridled egos the asp kisses the sleeping eagle oil slicing the throat of the people the people await the hand of the son who says you haven't suffered enough the desperate sinking on islands of needles a range of golden law mountains are shunned spinning blades of greed, the hell with need gone is the silver oasis of shimmering faith shallow promises spilling from burlap faces parched souls hoarding rain from the poor rivers of sin slapping at Saint Peter's door the four horsemen spurring fiery flanks the future will honor the lowest of rank unleashing justice-plugging heart leaks the inheritance will cherish the meek what the heck are we really seeking