Poetry by Richard C. Hayner

TEXAS POP FESTIVAL

All the Above

The darkness was completed.
The Master had taken the son.
The stars were all defeated.
The Earth was only won.

And though the subs and spaceships
Still floated in the black,
Six hundred fold, three score and six
Were left behind the crack.

Now, do you pity the evil in you?
Then don't you pity them.
You must trim the fat and the marrow, too
Before you serve the Lamb.

Richard C. Hayner
1977 ©