Another World
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
One world we know about remains unknown.
It may be turgid blackness or it could
Be wide with spilling light. Perhaps just bone
With empty marrow caves it has withstood
The panting searches of the faithful heart
And science in its atheistic trance.
The knuckles knock, the fist may bleed and smart,
A shaman may sashay in daubed up dance,
But none has breached the cryptic, secret realm.
The priest and prophet fake their little scam
But clearest thinking cannot overwhelm
Or breach it with best logic’s battering ram.
.The walls are thicker than the darkest night.
….The towers and those gates throb out with might.