Metaphysical Poetry Poem by James McLain

Today is the day
that comes after the horse
that watches you
push the cart.
Is the carrot orange
to the donkey that moves
you closer to there.

Affixing blame
blame on a God when a dog
knows it's master not.

Standing wet in the cold
holding
out the dry blanket
to no one that's there.

Heaven to some
is leading others to hell
drawing lots.

While hell
to others is keeping
more people in prison
in the land
that kindness forgot.

Logic is cruel
reason has fled when
people are told
that by others they must
allow others to hold
their meaningless life
crushed in the Psalms of their hands.

While others ignore all
that their told
and thus they are doomed
to die once again
in insanity's grip it's tight hold.

That dark light
off in the long night burns as bright
as the sun
most in this life won't ever know.
Knowledge it's wit where there can not now grow.
In a head that is empty of light.