Poem: Fatale

 

Fatale

 

god had built beauty to harbor evil--

that was the Big Why.

 

even love

had to lurch to the cruel parody of an erratic Clown.

 

there were two nails

that constructed and crucified the way of all things:

 

serenity and cataclysm.

and the Earth,

such a forgiving

abundant magnificent executioner

 

waited.

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11/30/23 ... slight mods for flow and consonance