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Contributor Series 1: 9/11, Armageddon 9/11

09.22.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11
Armageddon 9/11
By Jean M Hendrickson
(written September 12, 2001)

The golems bring warships to worship.
The priests pretend they believe.
The heathens heap coal on the altar.
A magician pulls fire from his sleeve.

Clowns run the liturgy at high mass
sycophants bay at the moon.
The terrorists paint faces on airplanes
shamans fall faint in a swoon.

The sinners and saints wear red cowls
it’s hard to tell who is who.
The truth filters through filthy windows
the lies and falsehoods shine true.

Fires in the sky a la Tennyson
fling flames with a sulfurous smell
smoke billows up through the heavens
and clouds reflect visions of hell.

Lovers become incandescent
and leave their fiery path
to fighters and screamers and schemers
who bake in a puddle of wrath.

The whole world stops in its spinning
continents slip off their plates.
The team that was losing is winning
enemies abandon debates.

The world stews and festers with anger.
Our galaxy expands on its own.
Suns explode without warning
and earth gives up life with a groan.

Jean M Hendrickson’s poetry (Community, Death, New Kid) has appeared in vox poetica in 2009.

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