The Healing Sun

The unchanged world

Is the real world

Bushy disordered nest of

The unfathomable truth

Covered behind

The healing sun

Life hiding still under

Movements of death

While the sunken monster lies

Under the sea

Of a three hundred year city

Waiting to eat

The political cancer

Blasphemer of limbs,

Of souls and hearts

O glory days of glory

Glory emptied of honor

Honor void of beauty

And Sublime gone

Crowds watching mirrors

Of woe, of shame, of deceit

Looking at shows of grief

Shows of maiming

Shows of slaughter

Catharsis without anger

When anger is dead on the ground

Of the day who’ll never come

Sun, Sun, rise above

And heal them all

Before their long long rest