Anthophobia (A Poem of Those Days When the Sun Doesn't Shine)

There is nothing so beautiful as the broken grinning skull

There is nothing so ugly as the warm loving giving soul

My heart once flew on the wings of love

We all of us fly so we can fall

There is nothing so strong as a dead decaying tree

There is nothing so weak as a clear clean shining sea

My world was once bright with life

We all of us laugh so we can cry

There is nothing so innocently wholesome as ubiquitous denial

There is nothing so sensuously obscene as a woman's smile

My dreams were once joyous and untroubled

We all of us lie so we can pretend to smile

There is nothing so comforting as the thought of eternal pain

There is nothing so unnerving as the idea of mind that is sane

My soul was once thought to be saved

We all of us pray so we can commit murder

There is nothing so blindly angelic as hate and fear and lust and all vice

There is nothing so grotesque and hellish as love given without a price

My mind was once clouded and lost

We all of us dream so we cannot think