Ideology's a stitch
in history.
Time's civil dragons:
where there be maps,
lie believers.
Cemetery hounds dig
and dig and dig to
bury their pasts in the
dirty hind paws
that wish it were
as it never was.
Have faith, ye herdsmen,
your sheep love shepherds
more than a comfortable shear.
Anachronistic language will
find harsh judges among
contemporary worshippers
who believe so strongly that
now is a razor upon which to
shave that they've kneel before
accurate clocks to indicate
that modernity is
the deity du jour.
Other thinkers run
at the permanent wall:
how can a human
transcend the brackets
of a little life to break
the telomeres that bind
and use the pieces to
write the opus,
the manifesto,
and carve a face
into permanence rock.
Roman Ryan 