Originally posted in August of 2017. However, after driving from Dallas to Houston to take care of some business with having a home built and experiencing nearly deserted roads because of the lock downs and quarantines, I thought I’d touch it up a bit and post it again.
The seven descend.
Each with wings spread
Enough to fill a house.
Shalom not upon their tongues.
Throughout the compass points
They search to find
All the gnawed bones,
The muscles and sinew,
The heart and entrails
Torn with teeth of hate.
And once the seven
Found all the tiny bits,
With flaming swords
Used as needles,
They did try to stitch
All humanity’s bloody bits
Into one thing well knit.
Neither their swords,
Nor spirit of their breath
Did have the power to seal
The meat and sinew to bone.
And then they knew
Those who showed no mercy
Would be given none.
Their heads hung
Inshallah upon their lips
As they ascend.
Their flaming eyes
Weeping tears of fire
As they saw the pale rider
Striding across the land.
The seven knew humanity’s
Avarice and hate
Had broken the fourth seal.
Maa shaa’Allah a whisper of smoke
Within their throats.
Their flaming eyes
Still weeping tears of fire.
Hearing The Mermaids Sing 