There is a scream
Underneath a ruptured seam
A forlorn goddess dream
Goes RAGE
against the craven
Anti-sage parade
Of little men on piles of dirt
Oh Timothy how were you right
That these the always learning
Without truth
The swinging saviorless
Lovers of the form
Unseeing formless
Always anxious
Unmoored vexed
Perplexed by virtue
But yet the scream will go on
Growing louder
Shaking, rumbling undulation
Bravado to the meek
The first will be last
The crown is cast
The scream goes on
Sweet mother ground
An Earthless void sings
The force is back
To remake the world with love
The faithful dance in expectation
The scream bereaved no more
Is loosed
The scream
By
Abbey Pope 