Gary Edward Geraci

The Director’s Chair

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