Seth’s World View

Random chemicals strewn along a dead tree
leave marks of intelligent life, seen
by wise men of high esteem who hover
over the cryptic etches no longer unknown.

Taken away, cut, diced, sliced, chewed,
spit out, now unlike what it’s always been,
meaning what it never said, implied consent
by virtue of being dead and unable to defend.

A bestseller released, copy out of stock,
the cattle eat it up, while skillfully milked.
They slaughter themselves, like sheep,
massively following the one who leads.

Poured out through an academic veil,
strained pictures become polite letters.
Row after row, ordered into western subjection
forgetting the question, distorting the vision.

In the afterlife, the creators lament
lack of sight and complexity of thought,
while those in the now run against the wind,
never realizing it could carry them.

March 10, 2000
Fort Collins, CO