*

II

a pathetic
pitiful despair
a ring
of calm
in the night air

the party
going down
with the last tree
that befell history
written by the sage
hauled away
taken
done

take your pill
cure your ill
die in good faith filled vanity

dynamite
in
a minute
napsack
no dispute
holding
on for
the long ride
wrapped
around
the sky
a million times
over

I have
no more time
God
reckons
with mine

a slow burn
an airport urn
where
no ash
can ever
rise

the pheonix has died

Walt, William,
What thou now
that the visionary dream has died?

when no cry
can be heard
no smile
can be seen
from the hallowed
sounds
of in between
the death row
chains
rattle
in a silent
dream

marching
into
God's
green pastures
sullen
sultry
slow
sun
die
into
the last nose dive
into
the far place
that devoured
deflowered
the
innocent
flower

the daisy
never asked
was picked
as prey
a pretty face
a facade
the purple parade
in full metal jacket
bloom
boom
bunkers
under
the half lit moon

a war
without
a casket

a bomb shelter
in a burned out
ghetto sin
if it's halfway out
then it's always in

don't push
to wear
the pin

mother
hail the mary
the Christ
is weary
walking
towards
the people

the purple crosses
have begin
to awash
their paint
with sin

mighty hour
a bit sour
my life
I don't deny
my right
to see
these truths

behold!
the lines
have been drawn

cross the swords!
the battle
over evil
has just begun!

fallen cities
new sidewalks
cannot heal
the cracks
of the lost soul
howling from hell
below
where
even
the rats
no longer go

unsow
the dirt
and
reap
the
history
that
eternity
has
already
weeped
for