Laissez-Faire

Search lights echo out eyes
blades cut through humid air,
white heat reflections played out
on night's blank black canvas--
streets of maze-rat processions

Rocket-fueled fury blots out
the child's solitary scream
diplomats play chess in the park
excusing themselves
While desert stars multiply
in the dead's eyes

the silent throng march on
beneath banners of ancient prophets
assembly lines fill death-plots,
the human hand driven,
Lulled to sleep by a burning violin--
The Temple fallen to money lenders hands

The dream that graced the wine-colored horizon,
those jewels that sprang from sun on sea
in that eternal twilight
where gods hands moved among men
buried deep within the unhealed wound
as the advance forward, unceasing, continues--
A Nazarene's footsteps crushed
beneath tank tread