Stephen Edgington Jordan
August 4, 1932 – May 4, 2015
the Poem: The Fatherland
the Poem: The Fatherland
Come what may
We will always be the same(Lyric by Ben Hardesty, The Last Bison)
You and I, shall remain
In and out in every way
So alike
Into the mirror
Now I see clearer
We must have come from the same design
Captured, my eye turn, shattered my ears burn
Tell me your thoughts
Are they the same as mine?
Patterned on the backmost curvature of eye, The great Retina-Dome, Rod and Cone—Inner-Cup Coliseum captures the illumined world and decodes with the aid of some many million R & C sense-cell minicams.
Girl with the crystal chip eyes
You look into mine and affirm to me worth
Sharing an ember through glass.
KJ.
Note: I read from browsing on the Internet, that Evolutionists show that Creationists distort Darwin’s intent when they quote the first part of his eye-comment, but fail to include the latter. I don’t want to distort his intent -- nor affirm his view, but I will join him in his incredulity.
Here is a monument that rises up behind us.
Here the sun falls severing the radiant dome of white,
piercing blue above – and below,
Here is the muffled throb of tourist,
as we move in and out of each other’s blurred snapshots.
Steve Scott—excerpt, Snapshots of the Taj.