The Polar Bears' Picnic
Looking at the world
through my hole in the ice
I see the word ritual
scrawled on the door of a church.
Is this that purely human ritual
of wake eat sleep converse
work earn die?
That age long empty practice
called Natural Law - how
natural, that artificial
subcultural self-created reification
of dominant rule.
My sun shines down upon me,
upon the melting ice.
Layer upon layer
palimpsest reality emerges.
through my hole in the ice
I see the word ritual
scrawled on the door of a church.
Is this that purely human ritual
of wake eat sleep converse
work earn die?
That age long empty practice
called Natural Law - how
natural, that artificial
subcultural self-created reification
of dominant rule.
My sun shines down upon me,
upon the melting ice.
Layer upon layer
palimpsest reality emerges.
