Babylon

Well, this is a problematic thing - I most definitely wanted to do a prose post this time around, but I've found that I'd much rather share what I wrote the other week or month ago, because it's something that I'm still thinking about. 

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It is the current sin amongst the wise

To babble while in Babylon

Arousing wrath

The disrepute of all

All the while - sigh, O rocks! - they win not one.

Spitting out words, spurning the tongues

The more syllables the better!

Confound the young

And train in doublespeak

And the Spirit gives way to the letter.

To those who say, "live by the very word!"

Translation is democratic

One must explain

Meaning and word are close

Food must revive the poor, a draught the sick.

Better to sit in silence and listen

To the babble in Babylon

Bathe in the stream

And hear the modern myths

Seeing the idols over which they fawn.

Desperation, mother of invention

Come help us fight this fog, this fey malaise

If it is not us we see, then conceit

Will siphon all compassion from thee

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I will explain this next week. I thought it might be a heavy load to tag on the longish thought to a piece of art. Prose and poetry will, for now, be kept apart!

Stay safe friends; abide in the Lord.