harassing plumes of blown leaves and paper pieces
balloon upward with carefully choreographed scenes and sets
shooting a hopeless humanity with suicidal impulses.
this one meeting her end, body colliding, full on,
a baneful speeding bus, the moment of impact,
blood spray upwards and in all directions.
noxious graphic set directors directing
human decomposition effects, dead
bodies decorating the shot. cut! rewrite
the script! aggrandize: more expletive laced
language, rotting corpses, dismay and despair,
people that don’t pray and everyone dies!
while all around God is really as He always
has been - like a gravity weighted blanket of
ground encompassing fibers and threads, Silent,
drawing downward this last drop of blood; His Son’s.
beaten Body. agony! arranged and arrayed
with nails and wood for with Love to save He shed
the Blood dropping and pooling about His feet.
besieged, but to Rise, Glorified, His Kingdom evermore!
-Gary Edward Geraci
Inspired by the Netflix movie “Bird Box.”
ReplyDeleteMy poem “The Director’s Chair” was inspired by the Netflix original movie “Bird Box.” I think the movie did a nice bit of justice presenting the overriding, God given maternal instinct to bring forth new life and to protect vulnerable life - even while the evil force of the day demanded from nearly (unless you were one of its predestined minions) everyone whom gazed upon it - immediate death by suicide. A believer in God, I guess I left the movie feeling the need to cry out “there is hope for us!” Hope, beyond the “small utopian, socialist community on earth” idea that some people still believe to be our ONLY hope against the evil forces of the day. Given our past history of socialism in the world, this kind of solution, quite frankly, scares the life out of me.
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