and word/poem juxtapose
'Fundamentals' ~Felix Dennis
The fruits of the Crusaders haunt us still,
'Creationism' slithers from its hole,
They'd kill us all to save one mortal soul
While heathen unbelievers foot the bill.
Priest, wherein lies the freedom in 'free will',
The gift of which was never yours to dole?
You but return to men what first you stole
With hints of paradise to coat the pill.
Your certainties speak love but end in death:
The mullahs bay for blood in Babylon,
In Bethlehem the Hebrews marshall tanks.
A pox on every martyr who drew breath-
Hard sermons do but urge the rabble on
While hooded sons of terror smirk their thanks.
"Death does not come from the outside..."
Death does not come from the outside. Death is within.
Born-grows together with us.
Goes to kindergarten and school.
Learns to read and count.
Goes sledging with us, and to the pictures.
Seeks with us the meaning of life.
Tries to make sense with us of Einstein and Wiener.
Makes with us our first sexual contacts.
Marries, bears children, quarrels, makes up.
Separates, or perhaps not, with us.
Goes to work, goes to the doctor, goes camping, to the convalescent home and the sanatorium. Grows old, sees children married, retired, looks after grandchildren, grows ill, dies with us. Let us not fear, then. Our death will not outlive us. ~Jaan Kaplinski