Certain repressed gods,
compelled to shed shade
over humanity's visions,
forecast the end of the world
after the apogee
of the endowed aeons.
We planned passages
of higher perplexity forcing them
toward the skyline's limit.
All the elements infused together
during a utopian union.
We believed everything
was finalised, until the resentful
gods we had deceived
arose again, a Mafia Mobius
band strangulating
our self-righteousness;
laying our hearts in our hands:
coveted crimson corsages.
Life begins anew, portents
and the dead illuminated,
the tsunami breaks on the horizon,
the space between our brothers
and sisters diminishes
as dewy-eyed Dawn leans
upon her golden sceptre.
Terra reborn! The poet's prestige
placed before her altar.
02/01/08
Gregory Wm. Gunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repressed-gods/
