Parody of the Burning Bush
It Started with a mere spark –
This man strolled by casually,
Glancing aside to be captivated,
(Cause and Effect, if ever it were),
By whatever was to be seen –
But what ensued was not some thing
To be considered a normal occurrence;
“Rare” or “Chance” don’t do justice
To this situation.
He was separated from the herd
And at the edge of a cliff.
The young sky was crying
A Miracle,
A Budding Flame, –
Ever thin, as if from nothingness
The lush fire trickles a tear
Before surging a puddle, a river, an ocean
Of leafy, searing flames
Rippling in the wind like a bloody orange-petal flag,
Chocking and burning the air with noxious fumes.
The Budding Flame
Floats just over the cliff’s border
Beckoning the man forward.
The blooming leaves
Tell wide tales of the fruit to grow,
Such fragrant stories
Like nectar to the ears,
While
The ebbing poison
Produce noxious, purple fumes
and sully the sweet, natural bounty.
From the flames sprout the leaves
Scything and Consuming the fire
Fueled by the sloshing pools of poison
Devouring the growing leaves,
Folding over, within, without themselves,
On and forever,
Consuming and renewing itself.
The Budding Flame,
Streaked with leaves and poison,
Flows in entropic dance and refrain. –
Unable to restrain itself,
Rippled dark verdant singes through the air
Like jalapeno-pepper tongues crackling,
Cracking apart air molecules,
Beckoning the lost, wandering man forward.
It bade him speak.
Who was he?
He moved a step forward with careless stride,
A walk with too much spine
And not enough thought,
“I am that is,
And that is, is always!”
Was his jactitation.
The Budding Flame
Cackled and the sky around it fissured,
Its bloody orange-petals oscillating as if shaken from their vines,
Warping the space around it
As if ether were shining through
Beaming its response:
Anyone but you.
“But my voice is loud and strong,
It rings like church-bells
Causing peasants and kings alike to flock from afar
To Me
From where ever they may be.
I am the center,
What I say is law
And believed by all,”
Blazed the man.
“I – ”
But his flame was dull.
Without realizing,
He had taken forward one step too many
And inhaled the noxious nectar’s fumes.
And he fell off the cliff.