Thursday, January 12, 2012

DUST

if a reverent man
sits in a graveyard
in the darkest hour
only to
test his faith
or to put it on a parade

what then
is this kind of faith
that is dependent
on proof
of existence

what then
is this kind of faith
that has a weakness
for acclaim

I have seen
more faith
in the eyes
of a dying mongrel

a faith rooted
in knowledge
that one day
we all come back home

a faith in knowing
that finality
bows down
to eternity

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