The Burning Horse

 

What good is space expansion

When time is set to shrink

We’re marching through the narrows

Onward forward to the brink

 

The horse inside the burning barn

Trapped by a universe aloof

Just cannot be convinced

Until the flames deliver proof

 

The brave words of the martyrs

Magnified by wasted breath

Spew forth sagacious platitudes

And we repeat them all to death

 

The pauper hates the rich man

The wise man hates the fool

The sinner taunts the saintly

They all argue with a mule

 

Stockpile those oats and hay

Avoid all things that can burn

Count your money and your time

While you're waiting for your turn

 

Don’t wrestle with the fearful

Who have set a certain course

Seeking safety in cold comfort

Until they ride the burning horse

 

 

                 s. paul   (Jan. 2022)