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To the Great Divine Part III

“In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all time loser

headlong to his death. 

Locomotive Breath, Jethro Tull
 The poor just keep getting poorer, 
their pain permeates the air, and
the black, mad blues are in shadows,
for shadows are where the mad, sad man goes,
in the sweltering heat or in the fallen snow.
We’re juggling our realities, until
we are surprised by sudden death.
The fallen are shot across the cold galaxy,
where they see their panting breath.
Is this still Her Shekinah or
a quasar shining in outer space?
Do we find facts to fit our facts,
 or live in a state of grace?
Do we have Her blessing?
 Or we’re just dust to dust?
Disenfranchised lives struggle
 to lift out of the swamp’s primordial slime,
 just to keep ahead of the false fact
that we believe we move through time.
There is a silence after the sizzle of a snuffed out flame,
when all the losers have lost their last and final game.
The fool keeps on spending, until
he loses all that was his to live,
while the temples, they keep asking,
for the poor to please kindly give.
There’s a madness around every corner,
trauma stricken people on striated streets,
while the fake holy man takes advantage of
all those sinners he stops to greet.
The dealers are always shadows within shadows,
come to ease the worry and the grief,
by creating brief, new realities,
to numb the nagging, constant pain.
Hear the clacking of the rails
clattering through asteroid showers,
with a chance of stardust turning into rain.
To become, one, firing neuron in God’s celestial brain.
Tired people, reaching out to the rolling cars,
this cosmic train boards the hitching poor,
heading home amidst the distant stars
where She shines like lightning
behind every darkened door.
The middle class are placing their bets
on a better soon to be,
while the poor never get out of debt
that keeps them from being free.
They’re all thumbing a ride
on the thundering train,
even when all the forecasts say,
It’s going to be a deluge of heavy rain.
The politicians are prone to do nothing,
with an ace up every sleeve.
They can’t hear the steady, soft cry,
people with a lost sense of identity,
It’s time to round, them up,
And hang ‘em all out to dry,
a long clothes line of blue and
red striped ties.
While the disadvantaged are drinking
water filled with the poison, lead,
as they are praying
for a loaf of yesterday’s day old bread.
The losers all end up dealing in a hand of death,
while the loco motive
keeps running down it’s pulsar pounding tracks.
There is a kind of holiness in the sidewalks cracks,
as they are filled with Your water, flowing
from Your buckets of our mothers.
While the sewer people are praying for Her
To bring home something fresh to eat, and
to relief from the suffocating, stifling heat.
A homeless holy man says he’s God.
He gives out little cards that say,
‘The Lord is in every chord.’
There is nothing, but to believe in him, since
he dwells in the darkest nights,
his false shine is off an old flashlight
that tends to lose power
 while the homeless children play,
 a familiar string game,
‘Here is the church.  Here is the steeple…’
The train click clacks rickety tracks
as it scoops up all the ragged people.
Lost souls are Her specialty.
She brings them out of all the shadows,
the lost, they are Her most hallowed,
as the cosmic train keeps on rumbling. 
It won’t slow down.
No, it won’t slow down.

About Lisa Tremback

I started writing in Elementary school and was published in school and local newspapers. I graduated from Columbia College in Chicago and studied under the poet, Bill Knox. I have been published at Colorado State University's underground newspaper. I enjoy writing almost every day and love to write about my relationship with G-d.

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