This is no world…: A poem 

This is no world for the hollowed-out tree 

that flies in spirit and its roots believe 

that it can walk the universe; so, it can see 

with God’s weeping eye when justice flees 

This is no time for the broken little wing 

to stop saying: ridiculous is everything 

Yes, flight is still possible, and the noble swing 

can make it die time and again for a worthy living 

Every moment is for the errant gullible flock 

to find a way across the obstructive roadblock 

And listen to the whispering music beyond the clock 

where there’s opportunity to hear God take stock 

And the wind knows earth, and earth knows fire 

We can get invisible wish or we can get loud desire 

The eternal laurel awaits the ones who avoid the liar 

Freedom is death for what the devil and deep sea conspire