The Beast

The beast rode in masquerading as a child
on a monstrous worm with the face of bad news.

The fish who liked to splash at the surface
stayed close to the bottom and hovered in place.

The birds who would start each day with a song
sat silent and refused to look in each other’s face.

Some leaves on the ground which had already fallen
flew back up in the air and clung to the tree trunks.

As if in a trance all the people lay sleeping
curled up in glass caskets on an altar of emptiness.

Though they’ve fallen in love with the fragrance of midnight
some might still trade the moon for a fresh dawn bouquet.

Before any such preference can ripple the mind pond
a thousand sad ghosts will have gathered to pray.

They may open their mouths and cry out to heaven
but the beast will not cease until it’s had its day.




(Painting by Simone Vela)


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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