Buried Truth - Poem

Buried Truth

Buried truth, a busted tooth

With roots to be exhumed.

Dead fumes, deflated balloons
Play the same insane tunes.

It was from this attitude that I arose

From the swamps of my soul

Methane infused

Gods refused

Algae dripping

Adam from the depths of All That Is

To walk upon the new earth for the first time

Eve? No.

Just me

Seeing

For the first time.

A vagabond

I resembled Cain more than Abel

Killing faith like a favored son

Jesus could not reach his withered hand down

To save me any longer.

My footprints in the fire-pit

Were heavy

And smelled of blood.

I stole things:

Love.

Light.

Groceries.

Smiles.

Innocence.

I repented

But did not know

To whom I should cry.

So I turned to the trees

So I turned to the silence

So I turned to the stars

So I turned to the pain

So I turned to the sun

And they caressed me

And they beat me

But they accepted me

And they have never left me

They speak of buried truth

Great steam shovels of shit

Tossed behind them in the solemn air

Revealing eternalities

Revealing light

Revealing love

Revealing…one day…

Maybe

Eve.

--Eric Marley

December 2013