THE SUN WAS YELLOW AGAIN

On the slopes of the mount Sinai
While Moses had the commandments-
And through the arches of the Parthenon,
All along the Hellenic life and beyond-
Even as mid ages came,
The tiller caught it on his back,
Early morning.
Even as the manor collapsed,
And even as Divinity was Comedy-ed with,
All through Borgia’s efforts and the Master’s works
It was immortalized on the canvas:
Down piercing the haze of a newborn chimney smoke
Long after it rained down on the New World
It always came:
Even reflecting on the wings of metal birds while they bombed the east,
Or as new nations rose and others fell-
Men, women and child caught it in their pupils,
The red rays of the Sun,
The inseparable show of oneness;

Now came Ego- the empire breaker, the worm of time, the herald of decay
And it flew high into the duo
As red trailed off,

The sun shone yellow again.