ZEALOTRY and ZEALOUSY .. .

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I lit the burning pyre in a moment of irrational desire

Yet when is desire rational, in a private mortuary fire

A book of pictures of young girls my Auntie Ursula bought

Five famous poems I wrote, a 1st journal of poetic thought

Of polaroids, a pile of photos of all the girls I had known

I attempted to annihilate all memory of the wild seed I had sown

and the flames licked the sky at my back garden trial

No one stood in the dock to question or ask the defendant why

The thin smoke curled up to heaven where the prophet Moses sat

Reciting lines from the tablet of stone he nursed upon his lap

I had made my adolescent history and all the evil that I did

It rose up now to heaven since I had lifted that burdened lid

But now I think and feel and touch and see those memories so real

Have fallen from the azure skies, tinder, sparks and ashes golden

My memories are what make me as I am and every lover beholden

Every kiss and every smile, every word that was ever spoken, in love

I adore my wife, my life and God himself despite the cleansing of my heart

Despite the origin of faith that offered me that brand new start, the ‘r’ word

Cathartic and true, its such a demon shoe, a hoof in the biblios of the absurd

That teaches people, mild of heart to erase their beginnings on the adult trail

As though all forages in life, losing hymen, passages of semen, should make us wail

Curdle our entrails and squander all our dreams, for religion is not the master

Never made us dafter than when we let our conscience steal our joy and laughter

Harsh price we do barter to find the honest truth when we sacrifice our learning steps

Climb cathedral steppes when all we have really learned about is love, amor remissus.

Forgiving Love

.. . edenbraytoday04.01.2020