Pious Nihilism

by Alice   May 27, 2018

‘There is no God but God’,
the prophets said.
Yet now buried far in sand and dead,
we care not.
For when each tattered book rings so true,
there cannot be one master, so many views
shade a neatly ruled and perfect paradise,
making Lord man’s sore device
to yoke and buckle weaker ones,
and remove them ever from shimmer-sun.


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