-once Upon A Clockwork Destiny- Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

winnowing at the notion
of judgment as we ocularize
with antithesis, like charlatans
in lieu of sore antipathy,
and all which we've become
since our childhood brush -
with dove-kissed innocence;
how do we explain our arrogance,

so, now, what can we do
what can we say to justify us -
as perpetrators, desecrators,
steel cold bound menstruators
of all that's good and pure,
despite the 'Human Element',
an excuse sore absent of credence;

and, shame on us, the likes of us,
though mortal life is all we be-
for learning how to bastardize
purities that once beat strong
within good hearts, good souls;

will you dare to plead mortality
when destiny meets Judgment Day,
alone, at clockwork zero,
when He who has the final say
decides to wash His Sacred Hands-
of us all?

What do we do when the faces of
every clock- mirror the eyes of
Modigliani's cold, stone women?


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