Sunday, January 15, 2023

Skid

Skid…
Down the basin slides
a spider
two, four, six, eight legs
no avail.

Skid…
Down into darkness slides
a civilization
Roman, Greek or more ancient
over and over fail.

Skid…
close to the drains edge
lands the spider
an errant turn
and in darkness, spends his days.

Skid…
Close to the abyss
lands civilization
One WW, Two WW, Three WW
but not Four.

Skid…
I think if only
the spider could fly
but I know that I
will have to lift him.

Skid…
I think that if only
a spiritual civilization
could arise
but without He
who will lift them?

11/25/07
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