. . . on the
Poetry Bus
You Wonder I’m Confused . . ?
Two Heads are Better Than One, it’s said,
but Too Many Cooks and the Broth will Spoil.
Take Care of the Pence, and the Pounds, I’ve read
Will Always Take Care of Themselves, and yet
Penny Wise Pound Foolish, - it’s counterfoil!
Smite Thine Enemy Hip and Thigh
But . . . Turn the Other Cheek?
An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth
while the Earth goes to the Meek?
Please keep things simple! Surely we know
Thou Shalt Not Kill. Even on Death Row?
And what of the way this World began?
A mysterious BANG in endless night
or a mystical whimper from the Void.
“Let There Be Light.”?