The Director’s Chair Poem, by Gary Edward Geraci, at My poetic side

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

Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
Published: December 29th, 2018 17:33
Comment from author about the poem: My poem “The Director’s Chair” was inspired by the Netflix original movie “Bird Box.” I think the movie did a nice bit of justice presenting the overriding, God given maternal instinct to bring forth new life and to protect vulnerable life - even while the evil force of the day demanded from nearly (unless you were one of its predestined minions) everyone whom gazed upon it - immediate death by suicide. A believer in God, I guess I left the movie feeling the need to cry out “there is hope for us!” Hope, beyond the “small utopian, socialist community on earth” idea that some people still believe to be our ONLY hope against the evil forces of the day. Given our past history of socialism in the world, this kind of solution, quite frankly, scares the life out of me.
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The Director’s Chair