The Opposite of Rape
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
A mountain turns and sticks it peak, hard, down,
And burrows in the ground. The action brings
No glow like lava. It does not even bring a frown.
The earth gapes, calm. A field of diamonds sings
Creation. Eons are compressed to light
That waits for mining by black hands and picks.
The shine is clueless. What it knows is bright
But accident. Down there by River Styx
The gems are proof that evil causes good.
Their sparkle and their depth are what our need
Insists on. God pulls on his darkling hood.
He does not need a priest to carve a creed.
..The jewels are formless forms. We cut them, though,
….Because that proves a hungry faceted glow.