Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

their god was crude
a real beast, indifferent
to loving, compassion
unable to renew himself
churches were modified derricks
erector sets of worship
congregators stood in the fields
eyes skyward, tongues out
waving like desperate flags
in the dark in hope
of a taste of ebony bliss
to fall like viscous raindrops
on their frantic heads,
the world prayed no longer
to the passe gods of the past
replaced by the only true
omnipotent spirit,

Petroleus
Lord God of Frictionless Motion

good poem
a really good poem
thank you

thought provoking poem, Saw.

yes. sure as hell mobilizes armies to go fight their "holy wars," doesn't it (him)? probably a reason why it's called "sweet crude"...

Steve... Spiritually enlightened verse!

I'm awed!

Your fan,

Doreen Peri

truck, dadio, mnaz, doreen.......THANK YOU !

So anciently new...so classically religious, a reverberating Te Petroleum.