Veiled and surrounded by evil,
sneaky spiral serpent silently coils
amidst unassuming Eves frolicking
in an aurora of faked ecstasy.
Out in the fields of the fall season of life,
collective sheep and goats divide themselves
into left and right grazing parcels as they
mull over shared pandemic tipping points.
All over the weary land, human-like locusts
freely buzz about with their bigoted appetites
murderously preying upon unprepared seedlings;
scattering death and collateral damage everywhere.
Yet, despite the present pandemonium, we—the beast
of the field—fear not; for we have been given restoration
plows to sow rejuvenating seeds that are of the divine spirit;
sprouting over the horizon with our promised liberating fruits.
*Circa 2020