Dissent

To live amongst the living
cursed in the forward for after
a struggle for meaning
in a hall of deafening chatter

To sing with reckless abandon
versus glossolalia practised to precision
nothing may truly grace the phantom
one or none is the soul’s aged mission

To weep into hands unclean
for the joy of new love unhatched
may seem unsightly to who has seen
the horrors of its bonds unlatched

To watch your child dance
water gushing from a burst garden pipe
the quiet whisper to give humility a chance
even if it’ll never live up to it’s hype

To dream of a time of peace unbound
freedom, its virtues expressed and vices tame
and it’s midwife, a call for holy war
demons and angels usher to watch a horrific game