Amber waves at trains
cranes her neck to marvel
at alabaster
contrails of jet planes
while she (iron bound)
remains detained for a
gross dereliction
of beauty. The profits
foretold selfish gain
leveling mountains to
plains as pilgrim feet
tramp out a fruitless beat
stamping mile after
mile with their golden seal
of disapproval.
Undimmed by human tears
our fears create a
brotherhood of silence.
Two sparrows are sold
for a penny but what
is a life worth to you?
Divine Overtones 