Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.) Guard yourself from perceiving the inherent nastiness of man and woman. (Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.) Faith, as they now confess, is preposterous, an act of will. Choose the Christian sheep-cote Or the Communist rat-fight: faith will cover your head from the man-devouring stars. Submitted by Holt
Added: 20 May 2003 | Last Read: 10 Sep 2026 11:19 PM | Viewed: 4707 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...