Bad Week – Hard Times
Golden Boat, ignorance ocean?
Not this week, but a white-knuckle
white-water hell ride
hurtling down a dark river
gauntlet of boulders and beasts
lashed down like Ulysses
shrinking back from cascading waves
and those malign granite warriors
arrayed up there on the canyon ramparts,
brute colossi towering in stone, vengeful,
poised to explode from their frozen cliff top sleep.
I, menaced now by the triple sirens –
doubt, fear, remorse –
screaming 'God ! guru ! man ! See,
You don't exist!'
riding my broken raft into the abyss,
plunging down the canyon of grief
out to the edge of this world.