Come Gather After Dawn
Come gather after dawn
Trees leave ingredients behind
They die
Apparently an air of autumn rises
To conspire
Caught up in the surprise
Leaves settle old scores
And seem too heavy for the earth
Hiding by doors
Lingering about golden fields
Blown there by old winds
Lawns listen to strangers
And crackles here and there
Mysteriously retracing every step
A dangerous undertaking
Secrets are better left unsaid
Come gather after dawn
Seasons fall along the lines of reason
Drawn to laws of nature
They take. Give nothing back
And in the dark
Things grow
We know to keep quiet
To face the fierce and wild rains untamed
Wait and wait again with patience
That’s when we’ll find the way
Through darkened forest
To gather after dawn
Tis weary when thoughts thunder in looped replay
Would it not be better if they just went away?
Thy storms have brewed and built for weeks
Plummeting with lamenting opinions that reek
Bitter these pills now thou hast taken in turns
Rancorous choices thou doth seek now to spurn
Twas it the dawning of seen darkness ahead
Or simply lost sleep tossing and turning in bed?
Calamity, greets, knocking loud at thy door
Greed, once friend, here to settle old scores
Alas I, true friend, will shed forth some light
Pay off thy debtors and lessen thy plight
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Did I hear them sing Hosanna, yesterday?
What did you drunk them on
For the passover feast is not real alcohol
Did you call them to repentance too
So they before your heaven comes
Could settle old scores with you?
No priest nor prelate told them
The meaning of the covenant you made
They just said: change, yes, we can
That said that before drowning in the desert sands
Piling manna and largesse in Pharaoh's hands
That was the only difference
This variation strange to them
This separation between you and God
This wrongheaded experiment
I vomit with the dying Quayles
I cannot foreclose the callous serpents
Biting at my heels
All day long across the dictionary of my rage
I ponder our crucifixion, and our age
So shallow, so shallow and unforgiving
Men we are impelled by sin, we can surrender
But we cannot change, we cannot change
The history of the multitude that littered the desert floor.
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