The Big House (poem)
The Big House
The sunset of the day seems
Exudaceous copper neon
Comes between cloudbank between cloudbank
Warning
with no celestial conviction
Promising
without wherewithal
Where, these days, does earth promise other than eviction
The day just past has passed on the other side
Suppose it had been the first of January
1111 evolution taking us so far
God’s trials of us done
We were only tenants
His big house has servants
But they are not us
If there were something
Fluoridatious for the water
Some sane-making chemical to swallow
Humility
Might stand from ego’s shadow
Vanity
Adjunctive to the moment
Meant, these days, to feel not vain but haloed
The day to come will come again tomorrow
Suppose Doomsday haboobs itself pan-globally
The milky way twinkling on indifferently
We were only tenants
Storehouses for the stuff of life
And remain to Him still fodder
As a ring of dust
The Big House
Uncollected Poems
(2018, Stephanie Foster)