Worth our Trust?

[As we know, the final stanza of a corona is simply the final lines of the preceding thirteen plus the opening line of the first sonnet - the Unknown Poet tweaks the lines in various degrees so that the confused result makes almost as much sense as the rest of his poetry.]

14. Worth Our Trust?

What in all of this was worth our trust
or the loss of our common humanity?

Falling down towards abysmal gates,
we think,
"Can there really be a being without a heart
that would crush the world under iron heels?"

If you squeeze your eyes you’ll see a bit of light,
however, when them snake eyes wink,
do you see something deeper that you’re afraid to mention?

The "Lord" such serve rules a kingdom of death,
but when the wounded heart reappears
from behind a pack of lies and flatulence,
will we hear the Fenris’ guttural cough?

Will War have become greater than Pestilence?
Will we wake up to the sound of dogs barking?

When All Is Dust

[Here, in the penultimate sonnet of this corona, the Unknown Poet of the Third Galaxy brings, as is his wont, the themes of despair, distrust and even anti-spirit around to a confirmation of a trust in Reality that sees beyond not only the Abyss, but even the Void and negation of All]

13. When All is Dust

With the loss of our common humanity,

we lose the thing we need to know the truth.

Can you see without eyes with which to see,?

Or bite an apple without a single tooth?

Similarly, within the secret heart

is that, the only that with which we can

KNOW,

which yearns to know the start:

"Know the beginning and you will know the end!",

the Master said, he who planted the tree...

He who walked the path to the bitter end!

He who reveals that our common humanity

is closer to us than our closest dearest friend!

"When all is said and done and gone to dust,

what in all of this was worth your trust?"

Our Common Humanity

[It seemed that in sonnet #11 the Unknown Poet made oblique reference to Milton's "Paradise Lost" - but here it becomes more obvious. Also note that the final lines echoes a theme from the sister corona, "Our Common Insanity]

12. Our Common Humanity

Falling down towards abysmal gates,

shooting stars, blinded by the light

of their own demise, heedless of the final state

of those who enter an atmosphere rife

with self-pity and mad conceit,

burn and burn and when they yearn to turn,

they cannot for none of those they meet

would lift a finger to help anyone but themselves...

It is said by some the way to hell is paved

with good intentions and that may be sometimes so,

and having heard the rants of those who rave

about "God" and "God's Will", I know,

I know for certain that insanity

begins when we lose our common humanity.