then man dawns
his title neither Abraham nor Israel nor Ishmael
and a rainbow falls like snow drifts amid fractions of colour
decorated sparsely like a woman at birth gives up all her joy surrendered in the face of great pain
then bears fruit rich and abundant when summer rains and her issue blink at the sudden dawn of life as a force of nature compels that she exists
at night the stars glitter and beneath them the earth is cold as ice
the rays that warm then vanish unimpeded by clouds imploring warmth as alternate rains swirl in vortices of confusion
the hills are peppered with low scrub red or flaming orange
wanderers of these spartan plains progress their voyages with degrees engrossed by Universites of strange fraudsters
the seas of their transit are metaphors alone
footprints of their struggle buried by sands follow inexorable as history opaque to scholars of Aramaic or Greek
day breaks and the Sun electrifies the last child a planet in its orb
the child knows the end time even before its birth is done
and a rainbow falls like snow drifts amid fractions of colour
then man dawns
his title neither Abraham nor Israel nor Ishmael
Flynnpoetry 