Fallen Sky

 
Together we lye upon this holy alter
And pray that the sunshine be swept from the vultures
The ugly result of a barbaric culture
Like queen of spades beheading those who insult her
 
A body of knowledge torn from its limbs
Your martyr bewilders what’s in store for him
But those who seek healing will surely be kneeling
Unstable and labeled, unable of feeling
 
Incapable of hatred and love
The faithful but armless reach for the above
Pulling the clouds near, driven by fear
Intent to invent heaven-sent, end is near
 
Building a ladder to grasp the horizon
So look around but you must keep your eyes on
The lies and the size of the herd of the bison
As it multiplies to embody the rising
 
He who seeks answers in the light of the sun
Shall ravage his eyes until blind and undone
Empowered are cowards in days of the calling
For you and I know the sky is as good as falling

Stan  Trofimov