The shivering menace that we felt but could not see.

Where is the artist who could unfold
The world like Graham Greene,the good ,the bad
The sinful priest who saves a woman’s soul.
The dead, the lost,the starving and the mad?

The shivering menace that we felt but could not see.
Osama bin Laden shot while we sipped Earl Grey tea.
No judge,no court,no jury,no tribunal.
No face,no body,death but not a funeral.
I see the ends of chaos theory, and the forms,
Butterflies’ wings shake gently, creating  storms.
I see orbits of planets changed to squares.
They seem to hint at something not yet here.
In forests of the Congo, secret agents hide,
Where Joseph Conrad thought his hero lost his mind.
The snakes of Eden curl around the trees.
Who can know what strange Satanic God they see?
The Impressionist artists painted flowers full of light,
Where are their shadows,where is now their night?
My impressions. dotted webs with complex geometry,
A world of email,text and  unwinding economies.