To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising. <br />Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts <br />Conveying folk to weddings and to murders; <br />Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander <br />In the dark of the world like whipped beasts. <br /> <br />I took no pack. I had no horse, no staff, no gun. <br />I got up a little way and something called me, <br />Saying, <br />'Put your hand in mine. We will seek God together.' <br />And I answered, 'It is your father who is lost, not mine.' <br />Then the sky filled with tears of blood, and snakes sang.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-temple/
