Yet from the darkness
the Accuser of the Brethren
still beckons to
the mind of man
—the window of the soul—

with new uniforms
flags and slogans

majority approval
possibilities for advancement
glittering job securities
insurance and benefits
for old age

in return for
one’s own soul

but for that stirring
in the heart—
God’s humble servant—

and that candle
of conscience
showing us fabricated golden calves
for what they are—
false gods

in deference to the One—
the Nameless—the Way—

requesting of us an
obedience transcending
a majority’s obedience to
violence, power, control

and that new law of reverence
not written on tablets of stone
but hearts to flesh

a choice—the butterflies
of Maidanek*