Perspective Beyond the Pew

After so many at the World Trade Center died And after the carnage in the Bronx every night Coming over this trail of blood like tears Where that angry disenfranchised foot, booted Start the course of searing pain down the inner thighs The fetus left in tumult on the floor, the womb that cries Cracked dreams in the veins again, visions sooted After all this, and the time of sorrow banging on the door An irreverent, debacled stranger I never met before I could not stand in the fuming ash of day without just anger. I turned in rage to find the tree I supposed Frost too in his woods seek interminably And all I saw was the beast Skulking near the manger All I saw was the beast I fell, On my knees but not for surcease of mortal pain I held the wild horse of heaven in prayers bridled rein I was searching for a woman The infernal mother who abandoned me To a serpent's care I needed a confrontation with Eve And heaven to absolved me From what God should have done