GUILT OF LIFE
Down deep chasms of the gorge
that swells its silence to the fore
of our minds blackened by greed
Where sleeps the might of the evil now
that we all fall foul of its power bathed in
the past ridicules
of time and motion
Where sleeps the wroth of the snow queen
iced in failure of her kingdom of people
led cruelly to its undenying
force
Minds take care of minds and yet
they see nothing unless its darkness
breaks through the chalice of the
light
Guilt of life shows forth its awe
structured by a monolith of controlling
power
