Physical Dark
And still the physical dark looks out on us, spirit-worldly and dark, out the dull yellow face of the moon, and out the thick black planets, and the glaring stars. For we are against them. Clouds, stars, sun, moon, they plot against us. For we have fallen, we have fallen, we have turned on them. Even God glares at us within the sun.
You see we've hung day on the cross. And buried him, and expect no resurrection. And even fewer angels. None to weep at all.
We too banner the cross.
