Credo

A not very cheerful poem inspired by yesterday’s random words.

Credo

I believe in the monumental stone,
the hill ringed and whorled, the cascade,
the river serene at sunset.

I believe in the night that closes dark
and bright, the owls calling,
and the rustle of unseen leaves.

I believe in the sins of ignorance and brutality,
that create the industry of death, the begging
for mercy of an omnipotent being.

I believe in punishing the profiteers of poverty,
the ugly of spirit, in turning the world inside out
to find what was lost in the lining,

because there is no better place, no Plan B,
no trickle-down, no rising to the top, only this
committee of suits and jets and perfect dentition,
that turn the other cheek, so their furtive eyes
can look the other way.