Alien Alphabet.
Clouds across the moon.
Unemployed angels gather
in the empty room.
The creature stops
and fidgets
with its newly-sprouted digits;
unfamiliar strain!
Its forming brain
shifts
from joy to gloom.
Unfamiliar strain!
The forming brain
chases the humming, hissing rain.
Intrigued
it stops
and stoops
and stares
down the darkened, bubbling drain.
Soul, strength, and mind
-roughly defined-
collide with the strange and jagged Rock.
Foundation, frame, and a primal name:
an Other thing? A Stumbling Block.
Stumbling Block. Jagged Rock.
Immune to rushed disclaimer.
Foundation, frame, and a primal name:
CREATOR.
SUSTAINER.
Outside the soul, the strength, the mind,
Others are appearing.
The creature stops
and strains
and stares;
perplexed,
but not despairing.
Written while listening to David Bentley Hart on a rainy afternoon.
I’ve written poems in the vein before. Other pieces include:
Anatomy Lesson
Attrition
Flightless (Airman Icarus)
Footfalls
Three Dispatches from Silence