THE BOMB THAT BLEW UP GOD
Chapter three deals with conflict, sometimes getting resolved, sometimes not. A number of poems hint at contained anger. Others at long suppressed grief, separation, or reconciliation. The title poem is a classic example of the battle between Good and Evil, a serious matter handled in a humorous manner.
Sample poem: Realms of Stone
Published in The Neovictorian/Cochlea, 2006.
Realms of Stone
These are the hidden realms of stone and
light where we’re fiercely on our own,
but for now I’ll wander about the lawn,
enjoy the trees, the grass, the people.
These are no times for weak knees or
hiding our heads with ostriches from truth.
The mire and quicksand are too deep already;
I know the darn routine – I’m involved.
The summer grass gives under my tread and
flattens out wherever I step on it,
yet it is resilient, curving back without
much effort while the years grow sparse.
An unsubtle rumble of thunder lurks
above the elms this bright, cloudless day.
Where have our senses and seasons gone?
Slipped underneath the grass with water after
a drizzle? But doesn’t last week’s rain
collect between earth crust and rock bed?
A late sunlight blazes all over the place
alongside countless, aimless shadows. We’re
doomed to bridge these vast, unwelcome times
to reach some quiet corners in our lives.
The calm identity of grass seems to be all we
have beside some smatterings of light. But no! –
mere comfort isn’t enough. I’m calling for the
shine on solid stone that I will hone before the
great blur kicks in, and trees, grass, rocks
and Mankind roll away with histories of stars.
49 Claustrophobia of an Afternoon
51 Sound Barrier
52 Statue of an Enraged Lion
54 Realms of Stone
55 The Bomb That Blew Up God – A Fable – The True History of the Big Bang
57 These Three Words
58 A Dove in Times of War
60 Bridge Under Construction
63 The Tool
64 Spring Pick Up