8.8.08

THE LAST PICNIC



Dare to tell
the truth

and you

they will
crucify.

Within this
equation

mixed with

deceit lies
the lie.

In silence it begins
to fertilize.

Returned

from beyond
shed of flesh

the naked dead
walk again.

Mistaking our saviour

for someone else
the cycle begins

anew. Keep the truth
to yourself

Share with no one

All eyes rise
to skies so blue.


4 comments:

Steven said...

I relish living in the last days of civilization.

And it's fair when it all turns a bit more harsh. I'm not quite ready, but I hope to be ready for the Last Picnic.

Your images are potent, especially for the Ancient Catholic in me.

shaun said...

Thank you steven.
I struck out the
final line: "All
eyes rise to the
sky". I like it
better now.

shaun said...

Update:

The author has re-instated the original final line to this poem.

shaun said...

Final Update:

The author has redrafted this poem
and reconfigured the final line.
Let it be finished.