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JuliusScipio — Errant Sons
Published: 2012-03-22 03:25:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 139; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 3
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Oh errant son of the Earth and God whoBeats the ground and tries to tell the skies
That the God who made them hates them all.
Oh little son errant, Childe of Cain,
The flowers are mocking you, mocking your
Rhymes, and no one listens to the little boy Shelley.
So a poet said once that God was hate,
Spoke it bold into the air and sneered at the sky.
Oh little shadows will cry with a happy snarl that
God hates us all, and with wide arms will cry that
The All-Father is cruel.
No lightning has struck him yet, no curses or plagues
Scourge him. Oh cruel God, will you not
Swat a fly, then? Will you not break this tiny ant,
Burn him with holy fire?
But the voice remains, droning on that God is Hate.
Oh Cruel God who never intervenes,
How cruelly you let those who let you blaspheme against you
Live to continue. How cruel it is how you have mercy on fools,
How cruel it is, how you let him continue on,
How you will in all likelihood let him continue living
And how the earth you made will continue to suckle a whining manbabe
So that he may continue like a cat in an alley to call at the Master of the House.
Oh God,
Men love to be alley cats and babes when
A walk in the forests of life would make them men,
And perhaps draw them to the only banner.
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Comments: 2
I love the emotion and anger you've put into this poem. "Beats the ground" and the personification of the flowers. Your use of rhetorical questions really denote sarcasm. I'm guessing the poem you read didn't side with God, so I couldn't help but be reminded of Job with your stanza "So a poet said once..." which I think is very clever on your part.
It's somehow breathtaking to read such powerful thought in such a wonderful form
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Thanks!
It wasn't my main thought, but Job was there at my side as I wrote. I love the book of Job-- love it to death!
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