Archive 03/26/09 - (2)

   

The Two Zebramen of the Apocalypse

                              

 

Lately, I've been taking myself to task,

Asking whether good and evil,

Might not, indeed, really be two sides of the same coin —

A good-luck penny found in a sewage-cluttered gutter,

Meant to portend a bum's success story

Or, if not, a cautionary tale of checkered excess, licentiousness,

Intended to leave us with a queasy feeling in the pit of the solar plexus.

 

Either way, good and evil win out in the end — our end —

Because when all the bombastic oratory, funereal fanfare have concluded

And we've been ratcheted six feet deep into the wormy dirt

(The lowest component in the medieval great chain of being),

That duplicitous, colluding duo will still be hanging around, above ground,

Doing its dirty business of proselytizing ambiguity, ambivalence,

After we, its chief victims, practitioners, are long gone.

 

And so, tonight, as I contemplate the yin and yang of good and evil,

Almost all I can say in favor of those sinister twins is this:

Beware of gifts bearing Greeks;

They could be carrying, in their glutted cargo-hold guts,

Trojan horses wearing Grévy's-zebra stripes,

Denoting, connoting, the interplaying sameness of black and white —

The forces of darkness and light, united in one stampeding apocalypse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                

 

03/26/09 - (2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
       

 

 
   
Site contents Copyright © 2017, Louis Daniel Brodsky
Visit Louis Daniel Brodsky on Facebook!