Macabre Secret

(Photo by Diana Garcia)

Hidden secrets lie there
Beneath fallow fields.
Beneath rocks and blades and shards and shale.
Beneath the quelling sun,
Unbidden, unseen.
Beneath basalt,
And fissures,
Like a pious psalter
Piteous in its rhetoric.
Foretelling forevers
To a blind humanity.
Trudging, dronelike, into heated battles
With no meaning
No past,
Or present,
Like herds of mad cows
Racing, foaming, grunting;
Throwing themselves over cliffs
For a brighter future.
All the while a trumpeteer plays a passionate Pachelbel Canon
In a mummer's play,
In tragedy.
Yet, it is but a macabre comedy.

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