Theologies

THEOLOGIES

1st.may.2016

You see only bright colors

my half-hippy muse I reject,

I want talk of other things

not vegetables dressed in tie-dye

or hemp wrapped in electric guitars,

but you dance around, flapping arms about

medals and amulets falling into dark waters

running down this city,

I turn to a little brown bird

he’s called poetry

pesky, plucky, and troublesome

picking crumbs of verse, scrapping away

with pigeons and wind,

so about other things

my thoughts dilute silence with books

did god hide himself away among skeletons of Auschwitz?

go down with the Titanic in full dress uniform?

wearing muddied boots and wounded

was he comforting dying soldier-boys at the Somme?

is he or she sitting right now by the ocean?

watching waves come and go

asking them for a poem

in parts or bits

to chew on later?

I sit with strangers waiting for the bus

waiting for greater things and other talks

far from theologies of words.