Mossy Face of Decay
I'm at ease in nature
its informality- ignoring stains of unknown origin
in the crease of my blue jeans
Church is rigid like a crucifix,
everything in its proper place
Nature makes the sweetest grape
church turns it into the spirit of sacrifice.
Nature is honest -carefree without need to lie
church has many closets without exits or alibis
My imperfections are just blemish on the pristine.
In nature I'm good enough-good enough to eat
Church will serve up your flesh in a collection plate
sauté your pocketbook and soul week after week
I'm at ease in nature
in my stained blue jeans
sitting on the mossy face of decay.
Beneath an emerald umbrella
face to face with a Paw- Paw tree.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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