The River Rumbles

There is a moment of rage --

a decadent spirit

Whooshes down a narrow path 

in a strange land

where gospels echo from mountain to mountain.

The river rumbles in the valley,
where mudsuckers and bullheads swim,
where bottom feeders' hallowed words gurgle 

under a polemic sheen,
where Aristotle's sun reflects
its infinite bursts,
where ancient wisdom breaks
on the infallible and the grotesque.

O 

the river rumbles in the valley,

where clay buries the up-swell of the world,
where ancient stones hide mysteries,
unholy verbiage of the damned.

In the sediment,
mudsuckers and bullheads
procure the ageless words 

of false prophets,

and the river rumbles —

O 

ye, 

bottom feeders!

The river rumbles in the valley __