Seclusion Of The Mind Poem by Nathaniel Graves

Pages,
The worshiped pages burn –
The oxide ever so appropriate –
For the burned,
Scowled a much more endearing flame.
The fashion;
The passion
Illuminated, illuminated
In the romantic dark,
Clashing cathedrals and pulpits,
Until sermons spoke no more –
No more –
Horror,
Resurrected the gothic
Contextual mouth-feedings
Of indulged
Hierarchy,
And other
Various
Gluttonous insaneists...
That praised
A religious resolute;
A reformation
That even God couldn't sustain;
Not even His people:
Not even The people:
No even Thee.

-3/4/2010-