False Apologies

Ingenuity

False Apologies

 

Bricks tumble

Facades crumble

While you saintly mumble

Those humble apologies

 

We will raise the roof once more

Before we raze it to the floor

Winking when we shut the door

On the maw of creation

 

We may build it Babel High

Third finger to the sky

Hell and Heaven easy lie

As we fly in face of reason

 

Your “sorry” won’t bare up

When you drink from just one cup

Spouting jargon to fill it up

You sup on dead ideas.

 

2014 May

David P. Eckert