Poems About Nothing

Black wings flutter
as the camera shutters
expose and dispose
themselves in the church

The black wings hang
from ropes across
that which those of faith
shall never cross
thus those of faith
shall never sleep
with their lord,
there souls to keep

the god created men not sheep
and in there own words favors man
so why then are the sheep the ones
that to his only son he commands
die for them
and break the bread
your better off dead

Death is his creed
death is his need
and the black wings hang
from twisted frames
symbols of death
now turned to hope

The black wings present
the fact that the present
is stuck in the past
and we’ll burn for it

Not after we die
But as we die