Jan 4, 2018 Original Poetry
Genesis – II
(During Bombogenesis)
©January 4th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
We are orphans, those of us
Who think, and feel.
We are orphaned by our gods,
Or God, or the Goddess.
No longer can we cry out to Them,
Or Him, or Her.
Our collective imaginations,
And our collective child-hearts
Grew up, and let Them / Him / Her
Die in the dust of Truth.
For Truth is the dust that swirls
Around our heads,
Now, white like the snow plummeting
Like a descending Darwesh,
To muffle our cries, and stun us
With its power –
Now, white like the sands that
Swirl and shift in treacherous lands
Where the ground can vanish
Under our feet, and we are
Abandoned, abandoned.
We are orphaned, for we
Reject the Voice on High.
We reject the comfort of stories,
Lies that help us through
Times of turmoil, Lies which
Sustain and bear us aloft,
(And carry us, unresisting, to
Our cold, lonely deaths).
We are orphans, yes,
But we will find a new path,
And meet our true friends, and
Our true Destinies.
And Orphans will lead the way,
If there is a way left for us to lead.
And if not, we will make one,
Even if the snow muffles our cries,
And only a few, or Two, are left
Standing on the cold, desolate
Ice of a new Age, a new Race –
Perhaps, with wings, this time.
And will we, then, be
New Gods?
And will we become fiction,
Lies, rejected by any
Who come after?
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