The Warm Embrace of a Loving God

Clocks are kept around to ensure
important appointments are punctually attended.
But now and then we put away the clocks.

Years come and go.
The older I get the more I realize I'm older.
I've seen a lot of things,
I've heard a lot of things,
I've said and done a lot of things.
I don't care for more elucidation.
We know what we've done.
Years come and go.

I have faith in my beautiful body,
in your beautiful body,
in our brains, our lungs, our livers.
Believe in them. Our fleshy instruments
are there, making a symphony.

Have you stopped, when the clocks are away,
to bow before the majesty of the pancreas?
I reccomend it.

Years come and go.
A cold horse is on the horizon,
A cold horse is coming toward us.
Our blood will soon settle.

Electricity shocking the head,
weight pressing on the chest,
bones folding,
redness pouring from a hot torso spout,
the emasculating sickness whittling away
at earthly faculties,
scratching at the coffin ceiling

These things have their seasons
they come and go like ocean waves.

I have it on good authority-
the calmness of my mind-
that death is a blooming plant.

Watch out for nukes that will kill us all.

Await the warm embrace of a loving God.