DNA of Death

We cannot wait on some epiphany

That shall effect the change our nature's need

Or found on the earth a human harmony

And in our killing-fields plant Godhead's seed.

The spirit sleeps its drugged lethargic sleep

As blood is poured and Death victorious

Bestrides the hills and decimates the sheep.

The Lamb of God in silence weeps for us.

Immortal lost within our mortal dress,

Shall yet another cataclysmic hour

Descend on man before he will confess

His spirit's truth and the transforming power

Admit within acknowledging that love

Must one day penetrate this god-touched brute

Whose standard is the laurel and the dove,

The DNA of death reconstitute

That from this darkened slumber we may rise

From global holocaust and once again

Peer into divine and deathless eyes

Our Being's truth refound now lost to men.