June 30, 2009

The Messenger

I knew a man,
was a messenger
from a high council.
His job was to tell
the world that we lived
in a great time. Once,

there were many
like him, but
as time went on,
the numbers dwindled
and their job became
harder.

“The land is vast,
and the peril high.”
He leaned over
a knotted walking
stick, and whispered
to me, “Son, I once
thought I was passing
on the truth. I knew
I was wrong when
I was in Spain
and I came across
the carcass
of a colleague picked
bare by sinister men.”

His voice was low,
and I could barely
hear him as he faded
from my sight.

He once told
men that we lived
in an enlightened
time.