Satan's Pyre

Smoking cigars on a black rooftop
Somewhere in Brazil
A thousand fires
Blazing across the city

He thought of his child
Eyes black, skin burnt
Running barefoot through cinders and ash
Lighting fires from dusk to dawn

Fire and smoke, joy and pain
Pride walked across his eyes
Starting fires, stealing children
Their work living on for generations

Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
Burning to the ground
A thousand fires
Set to burn Set to kill

With God asleep in his garage
Gabriel withering in the fog
The Diocese in denial
Priests shedding their cloth

Satan’s work
Stopped in its tracks
As Pontious Pilate stared into his abyss
Ragged robes, eyes dead and black

“What is Truth?” says Pilate
Pilate calls to Satan
With fire and ice
And no throne to sit

“Truth is Family.”
Satan spoke
to calm and appease
To blind and confuse

Smoking cigars on a rooftop
Somewhere in Brazil
A thousand fires
Blazing across the city.

                          ~ Rpleith

Onion

Trailing, stringy gray hair
And tangled beards,
Donned in Layers
Of tattered clothes,
They shuffled along
Pushing their mis-matched carts,
Grocery names still on the sides,
Filled with bundles
Packed with care in garbage bags
And covered by a frayed piece
Of discarded plastic tarp.

Turtles, they seemed,
Carrying their home
And all it contained
In the disconnected shell they protected
Like a father would his daughter.

Invisible to those who passed
And looked the other way,
Too embarrassed to admit
The reality before them.
Shiny new SUVs, a BMW, a motor home,
All rolled by
In the herd of less impressive coaches,
Carrying the gentry who thought they had problems.

In the onion of society
Some layers never touch.


                                  ~Carol Dixon


Point of View

So many resources for the taking,
So much profit to be making.
It’s all about your point of view.

Folks are dying “over there”,
While she stresses over what to wear.
It’s all about your point of view.

Throw your trash upon the ground,
You’ll be far away when it is found.
It’s all about your point of view.

Follow blindly if you will,
Wave your flag, impose and kill.
It’s all about your point of view.

Isolate yourself from all,
While others starve and others fall.
It’s all about your point of view.

Suck her dry and dig her bare,
It matters not, she’s everywhere.
It’s all about your point of view.

But when she washes herself clean,
Don’t think she’s cruel or cold or mean.
It’s all about your point of view.

                           ~ Carol Dixon