Wisdom of St. Thomas
My animals and I have become comfortable,
Like old men playing dominoes atop of a building
The syringe is to wide for my cattleless prairie
St. Thomas Aquinas once warned me of virtue
The tagger of midnight was frightened by vice
Jerusalem buried the dreams of Muhammad
Have we forgotten we were all made of salt?
And the earth is simply a canvas of currents
Like water, air, and the apolitical gods
The reception was held at a house by the lake
No one showed up except for the goose
Migration made victims of all of our slaves
Reverie was played at noon, the bugler refused
To be woken with food so graffiti was given
Instead of a fish there was Christ the apostle
The music was loud and awfully pagan
I had no choice but to try the syringe
St. Thomas Aquinas was just jealous of comfort.