Poems of Narad

DNA of Death

We cannot wait on some epiphany
That shall effect the change our nature's need
Or found on the earth a human harmony
And in our killing-fields plant Godhead's seed.

The spirit sleeps its drugged lethargic sleep
As blood is poured and Death victorious
Bestrides the hills and decimates the sheep.
The Lamb of God in silence weeps for us.

Immortal lost within our mortal dress,
Shall yet another cataclysmic hour
Descend on man before he will confess
His spirit's truth and the transforming power

Admit within acknowledging that love
Must one day penetrate this god-touched brute
Whose standard is the laurel and the dove,
The DNA of death reconstitute

That from this darkened slumber we may rise
From global holocaust and once again
Peer into divine and deathless eyes
Our Being's truth refound now lost to men.