Monday, August 8, 2016

Beyond good and evil (for Nietzsche)

Like rusting leaves
Upon sacred ground
Love rests bleeding
In the hearts
Of the lost
And found

Love burnt
At the stake
Of anger and hate
Engulfed in flames
Of persecution
And pain

One by one
All the meanings
Become meaningless
And all the figurines
Of flesh and blood
Finally break free
From their holy books
And flee from
From the clutches of truth


© Harry Rout 2016