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Salvation History

An eclipse occurred in newest phase
drifting nebulous through the hoary haze.
I cursed the weather and the light
to hide in mist this spectral sight.
Serendipity disallowed
a beatific sight denied the crowd.
I cussed and cursed and disassembled my scope,
turned on the radio and heard the pope
rail against the unstoppable force
that creeps in annual inches from its enlightened source.
Hedging them trapped in Vatican City:
A final fortress to ward the vestigial politti.
Clutching their scapulars and rosary chains,
clinging to their sepulchered papal remains,
clinging clutching clamoring in vain.
Truth and reality closing in, driving them insane.
Such is their fate on this night of doom
as the moon waxes black behind this fog of gloom.
I wept to see the Curia collapse in fetal position
for the evolution of the world reached a vital decision,
and all the trappings of seeming truth vanished away
to return again some other day
when younger youth in yards will play
their rebellious tunes, gorgeous and gay;
learning the meaning of Ecclesia
without resorting to historical amnesia.
Meditating on such heretical tides,
the shadowed moon the horizon hides.
I look forward for the inevitable sun
which in six hours hence in the east will come
and pray humbly for the eventual light
that will chase away the ecliptic night.
Is it a light of revolutionary insurrection,
or a reminder of the first resurrection?
The church on the verge of collapse
will rebuild to the tune of taps,
while high above in vapored flaps,
God in his tent plays a game of craps.
Lucifer passes the dice to that triune lout.
Watch it! New shooter comin’ out!
Six is the point - keep your hands above the board;
Foolish is the dude who bets against the Lord.