When the Lord Must Be Angry

And how does a loving God
Do this
Even
Separate us
From itself

(while the wrong people
hear this
heed the warning)

The anger of the Lord
So far as
Saul
In Endor
Is extreme

Saved for despots
Those who try to re-invent the world
Starting
With
Perspective

That is
Having left reality
A golden ball for acquisition
With
So many things upon it
We can move with
Impunity
To own

It isn’t real
None of it is real
And judgment will catch up
Before the end
Placing
Where
Even waiting
To get better might no longer be
Allowed

(I do not know
I’m not an agent
of
afterlife-
contracting)

As the surrender
Of humanity
Is understood
Here
And beyond the gates
With too much evidence
To miss

While
The rest leave
Dictatorship alone
In gross choices
We eschew
For the sake
(we must)
Of
Our own souls

So that
What is left
In the despotic head
(new
storied clothes over
the rest)
Is only at
Last
A devilish kind of loneliness
With a push
From the ghosts of futures
Into a dark and emptied place
Filled
Only with
The company
By the regretting
Perfect magistrate
Of
Condemnation

C L Couch


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