A MINUTE ON EARTH

Gibbous moon staring,

Fast, slow or inert

Yellow disc shinning,

Yes, no, later.

Winds separating

Blow, calm and almost still.

Water on earth,

Splash, relaxed, draining.

One minute, gone

Doves frightened

One minute, alone

Our beloved forgotten

One minute, shone

Brightness manifested

One minute is born, the next minute dies.

They landed and conquered, took unshaken

Friends turned foes, givers became takers

Racing the second, chasing a minute.

It was peace and prayer,

Elsewhere war and abuse.

Palms before chest, near chin

Guns and arrows later gin.

We sought spiritual return,

They thought, of a crowned swan.

Was this time a plan?

Or a cycle taking a twisted turn?

Seconds counted proudly,

Their minutes painstaking,

We migrated to higher levels

They wept using the shovel

Hour in the minute drew

No artillery to save the crew,

Ship sank, moon fell

Chariot sprang, disc left.

Fifty-nine seconds, pounds of flesh vaporized.

Earth desolate, water and air stayed,

Telling the ground under, tales, beyond sixtieth.

In the thereafter, 

He made something different from clock.

No spirit would look at, round devices

Ever again.

And ask, “How many more minutes left.” 

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL