Umberto Echoes By Lee Cassanell

A pillared salt of sinners, dissolving in the rain The wear of time it suffers, and we are not to blame. A fragile dream is scripture A Prophet's passion bled The humor of perception infests the books we're fed. It's madness to interpret Translation breeds belief The truth is as an enigma and life is cruelly brief. Perhaps our love continues Perhaps our fears are just Perhaps we'll all be mended when our bones reduce to dust. But torture won't transport us, beyond those pearly gates. For sure as God is waiting, surely nothing does await.

Copyright © Lee Cassanell 2010

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