Premature Guilt

Even in forests primeval, did innocence dwell,

among the tawny creatures in leafy dales,

or was it an imaginary essence unseen

not only in the city but among the greens?

 

If it ever existed, we cannot  say,

though we claim to have lost it along the anxious way;

we struggle to reclaim it, but never will–

same old story, Prometheus, rock, and hill.

 

We claim that Eden was a paradise,

yet Eve and Adam rolled dice and got snake eyes–

so evil came in shortly after first light;

before they entered the ring, they had lost the fight.

 

And light itself shadow creates, so thus

we are marked with darkness, unlucky us.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

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Sleeping with Murderers

No, of course I don’t condone it;

I have enough religion left

to disapprove of pointless killing,

especially of victims totally defenseless.

 

Yet, that is what they both have done,

out of boredom and love of sport,

and here I am in bed between them,

sharing familial warmth and comfort,

 

admiring the beauty of their forms

as I watch them sleep in peace,

with no regret for their act of malice,

for the baby rabbit they have torn

 

apart with their vicious claws–

bloodthirsty felines living lawless.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

Uneven Evolution?

He comes out of the house nearly naked,

wearing only his black draw-string shorts.

Not a body-builder, but he works out;

lean with muscles taut and six-pack abs;

has tattoos, but they’re not overdone.

Whether he’s handsome or not, I can’t say;

or rather I do, but it would be bad form,

and I don’t want to go sailing over handlebars.

But I can resist a glance back over my shoulder

and see him do a pull-up on a tree branch,

so it could be that worldly sophistication

is not the strongest suit that he’s been dealt.

But I’d have to play at least one round to know.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper