We Went Wrong
When Once We Wandered
Winding Ways.
We Quit Going Out Together.
So the Dark Lions Found Us
Easy Meat to Take.
We Did Not See The Dark Lions Coming
Though One Wonders How We Missed Them.
They Warned Us We Were Weak
Then Showed Us
Wild Fangs
The Kin of the King
of Dark Murder
Who Knows No Shame
Who Calls His Crimes Righteous
Who Thinks His Guilt Is Innocence.
The Dark Lions oped Our Flaccid Hearts.
They Skipped Our Weak and Wobbly Ones.
They Went Right for the Strength of The Strong
Because Someone Told Them
Once They Hamstrung the Strong
The Wobbly-Legged
Would Not Be Far Away.
Part Two
Lions Lusted Lasciviously,
Long-Leering
Larcenous Loins
Unleashed a'last,
Let Loose Their Lash.
Our Pride Fell to Their Prides.
We Looked to Our Purse
While a Ravening Host
Wrapped Around Our Wind Pipe
Choking Us Down to Death.
The Alpha Predator
Uses Her Fangs to Tear
After She Kills.
She Kills With Her Weight
and the Weight of Her Fiends
Set on the Throat.
When Light Leaves
the Frightened Eyes
of Her Prey
Submission is Complete
Then Her Fangs Employ.
It is No Crime
To Be a Victim
It is a Shame
To Let the Next Ones
Stumble O'er Mangled Bodies
And Not Cry Foul.
Part Three
When the Killer Started
Some of Us Did Take Up Arms
Against a Sea of Troubles.
The Righteous Man Told Us
The Institution was Worth More
Than One Mangled Man
So Keep Quiet
Before You Ruin Everything.
Time Went On.
The Institution Became Like Anselm's God
"The One Thing Greater Than Which
No Greater Thing Could Be Imagined."
We Became a Vicious Little Circle
of Once-Believers.
Every Death was Explained as Insignificant
Next to the Good the Greater Body
Could Do.
Until We Finally Supposed
We Could Have a Church Without People
And a Convention of Churches
Without Churches.
So, Some of Us Rose Up Again.
We Told the Haters-Out-Front,
"You Don't Do Much Good
Because You Don't Do Good Much."
This Time They Didn't Even Look Up
From Their Eating.
Covered with Gore
They Just Pawed and Growled.
Their Orgy Made the Old Days
Seem Almost Honorable By Comparison.
There is Something Ennobling
About Having a Lion Eat You.
At Least She is a Queen.
There is No Dignity
When the Jackals Come
the Fickle Trash-Eaters
the Sunshine Patriots
and the Sometime Heroes.
I'd Sooner
Line a Lion's Entrails
Than Have My Poor Rotted Corpse
Cleaned Up By a Laughing Hyena
With Smacking Lips
Permanently Curled
Around a Hideous Face.
1 thought on “Where We Went Wrong”
May I have eyes to see and ears to hear what our Lord speaks to us.
Tim