In one single instant;

            in one brief,

                        momentary flash—

God’s finest creation

            reduced to a heap of trash.


See how the snake

            writhes atop the heap;

Telling pretty lies

            to a roomful of sheep.

It’s so easy to convince

            a crowd besot by drink—

Not to bother caring;

            not to dare to think.

Follow the leader

            right down the sink.


                                                                                                            Fall 1995












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