Time Unveiling Truth

Blood spills, removed from
     pulsing two-way streets onto
     cold concrete; no one stops.

A bold Lion roars in
     Hebraic monolouges;
     not preacher: executioner,

For years ago:
     You did not listen;
     I did not understand.

A small sexless child
     sits under the Lion's mane
     shuts its eyes as if invisible.

In its hand appears a stone
     "skip it across the lake
      see how far it goes!"

Holding eachother's hand 
     we see the stained horizen
     procure its new toy.

The child is an indeterminate source,
     mutating into unique visions
     of Pain, Love, Sex

...and the Lion roars on.

-Brian Minnick '10