Random word generated poetry

I didn’t have time to do much writing yesterday, so I’m posting a selection of random words now for anyone who wants to use them. I have written a poem, posted below, so those who don’t want to read it yet, please avert your gaze.

In the name of the obscure

We are born unfeathered, blind,
cradled in arms unarmed,
beneath the same skies, trees
and purple sunsets
as the secretive ones.

We grow and walk
these broad lands of roses and thorns,
some tasting apples and honey,
others wary, quick to anger,
carrying thunderbolts in one hand,
a book in the other,

and the fiery rain that falls
reaches into every burrow,
every nest and cradle,
and wrenches the unfeathered
and the blind from unarmed arms

in the name of someone’s father
or prophet or holy ghost,
but not in the name of the fox,
the blackbird, the singing trees,
the purple mountain at sunset,
and not in mine.