reflections on Babel...
was painted on the walls of the dream cave I explored
dream expedition I dont want to be there anymore
mixing the red clay and the ochre too.
stepping into the view
of the too uncertain veldts.
you will fail if you worship yourselves
and its true on the tundra too
and in the northern woods with the borealis
it's an ancient prophecy in a blank dawn
if you make yourselves the Sun
and the One who made the Sun.you can spell catastrophe
in all the hand dyed colours.
ah look at our tribe what our tribe has done
we will build a tower build a new Sun
better than the old one
everyone will be there
sensing our power we will build extravagantly
more flagrantly
our word the law when history's set to zero hour again.
and so the languages were lost the theme of beauty
walking with God in the cool cool gardens
the sun and the moon
in the eyes of little children drowned.
we worshipped at our own altars
it didnt matter anymore that we werent there
when He made the Stars.
mary angela douglas 31 july 2020
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