Simon MacCulloch

Ringing the Changes

The knowledge came in a burst of juice
From a green-tipped tang on my tingling tongue
As the spring of the species’ fate was sprung.

Redemption came in a burst of blood
From a red-tipped spear in my twisted side
And a new god rose as the old god died.

There’s man made god and there’s god made man
But the snake looks down with the same cold grin
From the same old wood at the same old sin
Of the beasts who believe they can shed their skin.

Simon MacCulloch lives in London. His poems live in Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader, Spectral Realms, Aphelion, Black Petals, Grim and Gilded, Ekstasis, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ephemeral Elegies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Emberr, View from Atlantis, Altered Reality, The Sirens Call, The Chamber Magazine, I Become the Beast, Lovecraftiana, Awen and elsewhere.