Downstairs death stares
electrodes fry her temples
Dr. Freeman taps the ice pick.
Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead
cottontail rabbit diligently digging his hole.
Downstairs death stares
like lilies of the field
scorched by the late summer sun
the Son commends His spirit
neath the cheering of the bloodthirsty throng.
Downstairs death stares
waves of horsemen and archers under one flag exact revenge on waves of horsemen and archers under another
all ignoring the nagging truth:
If compassion be honest, no sin remains.
Downstairs death stares
but what about up above?
With a vacant stare He looks down there
like a puzzled mechanic under a hood
and God saw that it was good…
a little bit of everything else 