Saturday, November 10, 2007
Extract: Chapter XIX - The Finale
"They died absurdly whimpering
for life.
They probed their sin for
rationality.
Self murdered self in endless
hopeless strife
And holiness slept with
indecency.
All birth was but the prelude
unto death
And every cradle swung above
a grave.
The Sun made weary trips
from east to west,
Time found no shore, and
culture screamed and raved.
The world in peaceless orbits,
sped along
And waited for the Singer
and his song."
