Monday, January 10, 2011

beelzebub's spit

On the radio today the silence was more powerful than the music.

There are no words to describe.

A 9-year old gunned down.
A woman shot in the head.
6 dead.

And picketing at a funeral.

This last blow is perhaps more devastating than the first.

you make ugly look beautiful,
evil seem nice.
you have a way of viewing virtue as vice.
your god is false
your heart is hard.
you mistake Balthasar’s nard
for beelzebub’s spit.
have you ever lit
even a match of Love?
a spark of indifference
would be an improvement.

I guess if I were you
I’d picket now too
because there won’t be no posterboard in hell.