Zealotry is rife

Zealotry is rife

Religious bigotry

Is not confined

In time or place,

The constitution

Just like the monarchy in Blighty

Is a symbol

Of democracy

Not a blood oath.

The world is not demarcated

Fresh air blows

Wherever it will

Chaos theory

Might be a crock but

There is a method to madness.

Butterflies

Are instinctual

They can land on the palm of a hand

Melt into the pattern on a woman’s blouse

Dance in the air

About your head.

Die in the time it takes

To say goodbye

Give birth to nations

As a byproduct

Of existence

A blaze of glory,

A tumble of Passion Flower.

Symbols of religion

Hidden in plain sight

Nothing is totally free

Or without guilt

Existentialism

Is more than an act of will.

Pin me to the wall

Exhibit me

Next to the ancient mariner

The extinction event

Lies ahead

I am as dead as a Dodo.

I will be displayed

In a museum

Disbelieved and misunderstood.

Even the Neanderthal

Loved his children

Well enough

To keep them safe and warm

But not safe from

The Homo-sapiens

With a superiority complex.

Apex predators

With a wish fulfilment prophecy

A selfish gene

And the psychopathy

Of a Messiah.