The Hidden Plot by Bond Edward;

Author:Bond, Edward;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing Plc
Published: 2019-11-23T00:00:00+00:00

The Labyrinth

Birds do not make the sky: the sky makes birds

Fish do not make the sea: the sea makes fish

Tigers do not make forests: forests make tigers

Moles do not make the earth: earth makes moles

And in time ice stalks like a ghost in the southern lands

Dry winds burn the forests and seas flood the plains

All places change

And all creatures in them, must change

That is the law of space and time

Space and time are the palisade between life and death

When a place changes it is a grave that offers life to its creatures

All places are a cradle or grave

There is no place between them where cunning prevarication or power may hide

Creatures are made by the place where they are: it is a law

Only one creature has broken this law: humankind

We make the place where we are

As if the bird made the sky or the tiger the forest

We turn wild lands into deserts or fertile fields

Build cities of wood and baked clay and stone

For a time we are masters of time and space

We rewrite their laws

But time cannot be turned back: if it turned back it would be the date of an execution

If space found a hole to hide in it would be a grave

We are the most bereft of creatures – the most in danger

Because in time the law of space and time must of all creatures judge us most harshly

And sentence is passed

Listen the dark labyrinth turns

We make the place where we are

There is no space between us and where we are

And so we are the place where we are

It is as if a bird had become the sky or a tiger the forest

As if we lived before time and space – before there was a world to create creatures to follow its laws

The dark labyrinth turns

It was written do to others what you would they did to you

We have changed that law

We make the place where we are

So we are the place where the others are

And what we do to the others we have done to ourselves

There is nowhere to hide between cradle and grave

If there is a slaughter house in the city you are the slaughter house

If there is an arsenal you are the weapons

If there is a plague house you are the virus

If there is an execution shed you are the executioner

If you live in greed you are the famine

If you live in superstition your churches are market places

If you live in ignorance you are the violent streets and the desolation that waits at street corners

Do not cry for help: you are the robber and the street

You are the place of your wound

If birds made the sky it would be a nest

If men made the sky it would be a prison

We are the patriarchs who give birth to children

This is not rhetoric or argument or moral persuasion

Earth has no parables – the wind has no sermons

It is the law of the structure of space and time and their creatures

Even the lawgiver who rewrites the laws is given

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