It is June 6th, and the snow won’t stop falling;
And the old ordered world,
Its season long past,
Reeks of decay
Like corrupted fruit
Or rotting meat.
And the old earth,
Blinded with rage,
Howls for love,
Smolders with hate,
And reels drunken on its axis.
And snow falls like a silent summons,
As ashes from a long-banked fire;
Until the last suffering soul
Trudging across the desert floor
Reaches the Promised Land.
And broken spirits,
Desperate and maligned,
Sick, hunted, and poor,
Get their reckoning.
That mighty snowcapped mountain,
Erupts in fire, torching the sky,
Visible to the whole earth;
Illuminating four dark warriors,
Armored in iron and bronze,
Mocking the ones below.
That roar as breakers on mighty waters;
And the suffering sea
Rises ever closer to those dark knights
In black armor on pale horses,
Proud and arrogant on their mighty mountain.
And as the people rise,
A new vision sluices through the smoky darkness
Revealing broken images:
Juxtaposed astride pale stallions,
Whose nightmare hooves
Beat as death rattles on jagged rocks.
And the long-touted Revelation story
Preached to frighten children
Of Armageddon horsemen and bloody doomsday —
Like all bad dreams —
And the fire and darkness pass away,
Spinning a new world on its axis,
Suffusing the earth in newfound light, and
Saturating the level playing field of another kind of god.
And a giant wind takes hold the Plague banner,
Hurls it down the cliffs to churning sea,
And a nascent sun
Ascends on red ribbon banners
Exposing hatred, fear, and cruelty.
And the dark crumbling Adams fall like brittle clay,
As monuments made of sand.
And the four winds whip
And a wave of sound like voices,
No longer still,
Scatters ashes from ancient saddles,
And casts that almighty mountain into the sea.
And the snow falling in June
Its descent at last;
And a cooling breeze, clean and free,
Sweeps over the land,
And hope spreads as eagle wings over the Promised Land.
By Susan H. Evans
Susan H. Evans is a writer and English professor in east Tennessee, and grew up poor, and as isolated as the mountain valley she lives in. She is published in The Christian Science Monitor, Metapsychosis: Journal of Consciousness, Literature, and Art, Deep South Magazine, and Bright Flash Literary Review