some still wonder why
the blue-eyed prophet
passed with the new millennium
the twins were merely pawns
of the underworld
trudging toward a destiny
irrevocably
unspeakably
invoked
from the ancient dust
of father's
swollen tongue
weeping
the blue-eyed mullah
gathers his minions
for the quickening
as we rush to folly
marching with
a mad jester
one hand
touching the sun
as the other
drips red
upon corpses in the sand
mummified
by the evil
of our indifference
and their own
willingness to burn
for a blind
puppeteer
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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3 comments:
Sort of reminds me of "The Second Coming" by Yeats.
Yeats' words are prescient and always applicable: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst/
Are full of passionate intensity."
Yeah: I had to keep forcing myself to NOT replicate any of his words from that poem. Not what I originally had in mind at all...but there it is.
"On the shoulders of giants" eh?
You write very well.
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