I – The Way of Salvation
And spare us the intolerable piousness
of the pompous convert.
Bible black, confident and censuring sternly,
darkly godly, to kill your whisper.
Follow such prophets along a dismal path
to dubious heaven
and remind us of our shameful sins
as we stumble in darkness.
There’s something depressingly reassuring
about the reactions of the predictables.
The script is fixed, the templates ancient,
formula insight plumbs ‘neath cliché.
Pronounce loudly in absence of wisdom,
ignorance to confidence clash to integrate.
II – Walking Toward the Darkness
On this cheerless promenade
the tower clock chimes time –
everything stops for death.
The journey is over.