Genesis

Genesis.

History began ten years ago, a confused past
mumbles behind closed steel doors, slowly
turning into dust; of no further use now that
the new birth is free of rancour, poverty and
greed. To see daylight again after my travail
in the coal mine of drudgery, and abhorrence,
filling wheelbarrows with dark despair where
dreams are nightmares, where the inferiority
of guilt drips from the mines roof, futile tears
of weepy sentimentality… so let it go.

This winter day is so clear it hurts my eyes
I can see far, there are no gloomy shadows
lurking under olive trees and the mountain,
yonder, is married to the sky.