Fresh Eyes Rise To The Flames

Overturned in the valley

In a blood spattered car...

They'll say accidents happen

With a language so lazy...

There are lesions so sinister

Like a head in a jar

Left behind in a Freak Show

That has shuttered it's doors...

The police and detectives

Do their digging with care,

And though burning red signs point

The bodies aren't there...

What can one do but wonder?...

...And that takes certain strength

When our cultural zeitgeist

Is a spoiled fish tank...

Yes, there's mountains of questions,

Growing higher each year...

Seems we're fed tiny pellets

Then instructed to steer

This sinking raw notion to

The immortal beyond

With a maniacal flag whipping

High from the pond

That we all stumble into

On our road to success...

From up high in the canyons

The vultures descend

Tearing chunks off from truth,

They so thoughtlessly rend...

The remains of the carrion...

All that's chomped down and mashed

Still retains timely residue

So all hopes are not dashed...

With the magnifying glass turned

Up to match our wit's end

We could challenge what's favored

'til the picture frame bends...

Who knows what will emerge

When we pass through this bile...

Taking chances makes progress...

We must lay our own tile...

All the unsolved dead cases

Aren't shot or passé...

They just need a new breath...

We must venture to say

That we don't know the story

From it's back to it's front...

There's old lines that they feed us,

And no matter how blunt...

How shocking the outcome;

It deserves a fresh eye...

Stick your peepers into this

Sizzling bed of raw coals!...

Let them roast like

Cooked chestnuts!...

Set your gaze...

Let it hold...

Always hunger with

Lenses

That lean out

To grasp...

This earth needs burning eyes

Sifting though what is rare,

That will rise to the fight...

Filling tires with fresh air.

Bunny Villaire

6/27/23

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