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Fault
ollylama

On narrow lonely pass
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I met the holy one at last,
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The one that made
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The only sun to shine.
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I spoke my artful thesis
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That he broke the pot to pieces
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And wouldn’t deign
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To make them recombine.
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He said fissures made by sun and shade,
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That tear the garden from the glade
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Are not the whim
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Nor will of things divine.
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Vicissitudes of Nature
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Tear the earthly musculature.
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The fault is hers, he said,
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My son, not mine.
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So I moved next door to Nature,
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Read her garden’s nomenclature.
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She confessed her work
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Was accident plus time.
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But without the cataclysms
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That rent my soul to schisms,
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I’d have never tried to leave
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The seas of slime.
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So curse your kings and emperors,
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She said, those thrones whose bloody wars,
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Divide the earth
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‘Long arbitrary lines.
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They scar me till I’m fallow,
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Send whole races to the gallow.
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The fault is theirs, my precious child,
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Not mine.
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So I stormed the castle of the king,
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The one who split up everything.
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He let this stranger
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Accuse him and opine,
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But argued, his protection
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‘Gainst savage predilection
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Allowed the growth
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Of culture and of mind.
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Lay the blame upon your muse,
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He said, that liquor so abused,
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That to drink her
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Men would tear their eyes out blind,
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Curse their fellow man,
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Lay waste upon the land,
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The fault indeed is hers,
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Good sir, not mine.
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At last we came together,
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My soul upon this treasure,
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This music resolution
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To a rhyme,
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But she was cryptic so I cleaved her.
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I cut her and bereaved her.
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The earth tore open,
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Flooded dark with brine.
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Our rift was deep and storied,
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Mountains laid ungloried,
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I pulled her into echo
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And decline,
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In a bid to change the weather
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I dreamt the world forever
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Fell in the ocean;
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The fault, erosion, mine.
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But the split released the spirit,
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Of the earth, and who revere it
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Cultivate a science
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Of the signed.
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Signals to salvation,
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On the byways of creation
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Point in all directions;
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Falls, ascensions, twined.
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This poem is taken from my novel "Abyssinia," which is available as a free download from http://www.oliverbenjamin.net/abys.html.

22 Mar 05

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Comments:

nice poem.
 — hank

Amazing poem. Not only with the rhythm and rhyme, but the use of description!
 — ct

thanks! i'm glad someone finally read it.
 — ollylama

nice poem olly. lots of violence. i hate violence.
 — hank

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