Corey J. Mahler — Comments

"With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
 They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
 They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
 So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

"We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
 Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
 But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
 That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

"We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
 That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
 But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
 So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

"As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
 I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
 Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
 And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

I have selected a poem for 2021.

Presented without comment.

Roman Catholics will, without a hint of irony or comprehension, assert that Scripture is too difficult for the common man to understand and then eisegetically argue for works righteousness from James 2.

In case I ever become (in)famous, I would just like to point out that I have, thus far, scrunched at least two hundred pages of handwritten notes into packaging material.

You’re welcome, future historians.

‘Unrestricted immigration’ is always a curse in Scripture.

Nothing has changed.

Abortion and pornography are two of the greatest threats to humanity.