syndic

Syndic
7-25-17

Upon the rump of our quadroped
Can the papyrus grow up without the marsh
Basing his council upon tradition
Bildad speaks as reeds flourish
And shadows like an open hand extend
Trying to do this at home
As well for mountains like doves of walleyes
And Syndics for the beauty
It is my Christian duty
We cast our silver in
To make our supplication
To consider things discovered
By our fathers
And I get a clean shave
For the sake of itself....




Taking Them By The Hand
7-25-17

For our working hypothesis
And the beauty of his ornament
And our dwellingplace
How can a man be righteous before God
Neither lost
Neither won
In the fury of the battle
Out of the earth
Others would grow and thrive
Now stretching outward
As to languish, droop and fade
Only searching for an answer
I give it into the hands of strangers
As to pine with desire
Can the reeds flourish
Come apparent display amongst the conventional
To stomp your feet and shout for longing
No easy road
My face will I turn...