Humoresque

It’s a friendly and a happy
    little world after all,
        I’m coming to think.

    Good old God
up there in his heaven,
making sure
    it all turns
        out all right,

    Lucifer always
gets whipped,
    as the deepest midnight ever
        turns over
    to dawn.

        Fire bright
on the rim of the foothills
    eating houses and foxes:
It’s just dust
    into ashes.  It’s ashes
        to dust.

        Dustbusters busted.
    Streams running
with blood. Team captains.
        Dream lovers. Lie down
   
with the lamb.
    Push that rock
        to the summit.
Wave goodbye
    to the clowns.

 

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