Where have all the prophets gone away?
Surely they have not differentiated themselves
into complete non-existence apart from the flock.
Though numbers have dwindled,
lost to the ragged and ravenous wolf
of matrix and machine down in the meadow,
we will take a new look and see beyond
the monotonous and noisome bleating,
clamoring, berating, demanding and consuming.
The banal message will not pacify us.
Remember, the snake offered something new.
Look what happened when life came to us
disguised as a fruit in our hands.
A blessing or a moment of condemnation?
Something that forever made the moment unique.