Saturday 28 December 2019

Sheol


They're lost and in thrall to darkness as they descend
Into the netherworld where there's no time to wend
They once scoured the heavens from their pits of toil
But when they passed they were led beneath the soil

There's a path to the deepest of all the darkest depths
Where the milling shadows along its course are swept
Into the inky silent stillness, where all mortals follow
The final place when there's no more time to borrow

In Sheol they'll be, even if the living try to find an ember
And seek out the souls of shades, like the Witch of Endor
With necromancy the dead'll stir, but they'll never leave
But they may shape the darkness for those who grieve

Conjuration will never raise the dead, for we are them
When all we are is drifting shadows, it's not if, but when
We're all in thrall to darkness, when the last light fades
And we descend into the netherworld of Sheol's shades

Sunday 22 December 2019

Thank God (for Christmas)


Thank God (for Christmas) and with boisterous hymns and carols sing
Praise and swear allegiance, although he will never hear or see a thing
And let's thank Christ himself, not a son of Satan, but a son of sobriety
Who wends a way through the texts and transcripts of our faux society

Thank scribes for the God of knives and guns of the aggressive/passive
Happy holidays and Thump the runt, for his Johnson is woefully flaccid
And let the church bells ring, before the approaching sleigh bells tinkle
No(hell) and well, away from the groping hands and a fat mans' winkle
King of Heaven and Earth, to you they'll sing, verily and merrily on high!
God help us now though, for the connection's lost and the inkwell's dry
Our father who art in scriptures, some will starve under wings of locusts
Denizens, of this improbable world of friction, are awash in hocus pocus

And in the silent night the candles are fluttering with the passing of souls
As those abandoned and lost chase invisible dragons of apocryphal scrolls
Our Lord among us, in the smoke and mirrors, you are the unhinged lore
But we will thank God (for Christmas) and bless peace on Earth, for sure?