from the ashes of dirt clods

from the ashes of dirt clods




we rose
unchosen and unclean
we chose
to be obscene
amid
the rancid
the outright mean
there are no divine
who 
can crop us
from the portraits
we create
we rose
for
it is never too late
to contemplate
and
thereby navigate
beyond
narrow gates.





sjw 05/01/18 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal streams beyond the tattered as they scream.





from the 'blasphemy series' of poems