tree frogs used to come here
climbing my cabin wall
hang out here without fear
just to sing and croak
also spake Zarathustra
now all these years later
I finally understand
what precious those tree frogs
already somehow knew
demanding crystal nature
just like Trismegistus too
mystical words were invoked
screw you screw you
like those defeated ghosts
possessing the school at Mopas
who wrote that grim past
wandering dim eerie halls at night
haunting that old merciless school at Carcross
speaking in forced english
mistreated in blind sight
who are you who are you
remarks that some of us clearly heard
echoing through the dauntless silence
we somehow resolutely knew
there had been anguish and danger there
so few so very few
us that somehow realized
frocks and cowls hid those serialized
demons destroyers and cannibals too
the infected world should have known better
all the defective signs and sign posts
were obviously visible there
scattered all along the reflective wayside
even those wooden crosses driven deeply
into the parched and thirsty ground
old iron nails filling rusted holes
struck with bits of dried flesh
entrusted with innocence and crusted blood
filling the air with a rancid pious smell
all that scratching haunting
attached and all around
truth wants to come forward
rise up out of that scurrilous grave
shout out to the four winds
commenting on dishonesty
resulting from institutional tells
but who cared who ever truly cared
now the swollen bitter sky
marks a sullen gritty end
litter has filled our unholy minds
along the frittered wayside
all that shit that shitty rends
oh holy tree frog
I wonder where you have gone
I know I'll never see you again
in my injured heart and wounded soul
I know you have forever disappeared
clarity now it is all so very clear
that last song and searing croak
you summarily came to tell
a branding line from a familiar story
that ancient one which speaks of hell
what about the red sacred cow
will there ever be another now
what about the holy white buffalo calf
come to teach and walk the earth
carrying a remarkable blessed staff
can there be some evolved rebirth
or are we simply doomed
haunting what profoundly remains
profundity on every gaunt coral reef
while wanton greed and blackheartedness
continues to relish shark fin soup
what redemptive prophets have finally come
standing alone on a towering remote mount
a sacred spring flowing from their open hands
what penetrating words and poetry
have they cosmically come to profess
but the confused world
has closed its mighty immoral ears
greed and avarice will never fall down
upon those unrighteous knees
never hail universal truth
reveal or redemptively confess
for the sullen swollen sky
has come to devour us
on this fateful day
when God finally closes its holy eye
what ever will be left what ever will be left
here on earth to simply live and be
humans will one day wake to realize
this existence wasn't a contest
winning all the gold and silver
wanting to horde all that infamous flash
trash along with all the bloody rest
now all the sacred birds
have flushed and flown away
nothing good is in the broken sky
what can those of us that passed enlightenment's test
revealing so many crushed and empty nests
but we have utterly failed
this our earthly testament
now estimate everything
good and pure is going away
a company of our unrepentant folly
now everything sweet and sure
we have intently dismissed
accompanied by that seamless dodo bird
fringe cousin to ringless Frodo
and that croaking tree frog
including so much resistant glory
together we are writing
this last consistent chapter
insistently characterizing
all this universal gloom
about this unhappy immoral story
if it weren't for the healing nature of plants
where would we ever be
we need to mend our severed hearts
realize we still can revere and exist
live lives that are good and free
yet the oppressors oppress
suppressing true wisdom
maintaining financial phantoms
corrected with digital distress
no doubt the world is under great duress
with out a doubt the world is anxious
ask omniscient contemptuous God
why can't we live sanctified life
simply be good to one another
everyday we could share
knowing we would be blessed
but like the holy disappearing tree frog
diminishing ocean krill and right whale song
we must continentally realize
with all our worldly skill
something we have willfully done
has gone terribly horribly wrong
 

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