Blue Maria


Stentorian blows the interstellar windbag,

Thinking it easier to know the mind of God

Than to vanquish greed or human suffering.

Fool's gold, where others cannot tread?


But it is not dark yet.

Spirits rise with the pregnant moon,

Blue-tinted regions for all, but few have seen,

No earthly jeremiad, but listen!

A stately silence still.


David Oesper