Here’s another one from the archives, this time from my second poetry collection, Pagan Blues (2007):
I have placed it on the alter
for the devout to devour.
I have buried it in sand
forsaking it to the sun.
I have left it near the edge
letting gravity run its course.
I have split it in two
exposing it for the gods.
I have set it on the pyre
transforming it to ash.
I have ground it to dust
scattering it at sea.
I have hung it from a cross
skewering its side.
I have named it
and left it unnamed.
Posted in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/writing-challenge-object/
Was reminded of this poem, which was written as part of a series of poems that ended up in my first poetry collection, In a Strange Land (2003). It didn’t make the cut and has remained unpublished, though still seems timely given recent events.
A favorite teacher once lost me here,
holding steadfast to his belief in the Creation,
casting off opposing views with a zealot’s indignation.
I tried to introduce a third option for those of us
between primates and miracles, but was silenced.
Then you with your grey eyes closed as I read to you,
hours of exchanges between us, a lifetime of discovery
that could have been, but again this issue.
“How can it even be considered a science?”
you once asked. I was struck silent.
Posed in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/the-sound-of-silence/