Stranger Tides

Stranger still
Fascination fades
Upon callous eyes that stare
Seek to abolish me
To a fate I once thought
Only they
Those acrchitects of history could know

Stranger conceals
masked by soil and seas
Where our commonalities drowned
Seeking to return to familiar shores;
Better death
Than division
A mantra passed down
To generations now;
A condition
Worked endlessly
First into speech
On to gods
Till it permeated
Flesh and curl
Sank the spirit
Through repetitive example
To a death
Greater than any before or sense;
Methodically precise
It's no wonder
We've spent all this time looking for heaven
As we are already living in hell.

Stranger still
Silently hiding
Behind eyes so similar
But truths so varied
One would dare acknowledge
Ultimately it is the flesh
Which matters most...
©2011cchristopherbess