Maquillage Civilization

Written by: T Wignesan

Maquillage Civilization

Come ! Quick ! Quick ! 
              Cover up the tracks !
That lead to my doom
Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the bald-eagle
	badgering badgers waddling down slithering marshes
Curling wisps of mists            torn shreds of time
	hug low down by dripping pines

And I wonder at the long lost lines of pre-Stone Age Cave Men
	who have long preceded my own

Come! Quick! Quick! 
                    Cover up the tracks!
   Am I the Cloned Monster of my dreams!
Fierce thoughts warp my mind on wild backs 
   And make my hand shake through weird themes

Say, how many eons ago
   Did this entrenched sea-begetter of mine
Binding metallic force on madraged muscled ego
   Take shape to terrorize the brine

How many the magmatic engines hide under my gnarled hide
I hear them growl and grind in my bowels
Fizzing comets drill through memory-compressed neurons
And foist the thoughts boil-caged in my veins

Who are the unkempt ogling and babbling baboons
Prising libidos through rousing neck-biting sex-twined clashes
                                      through gaping maw
Come streamlined in a many-laundered thing

The downward civilizing trek  
The paint on the wall
	held firm by the poisoning lead

Come! Quick! Quick!  
                Cover up the tracks!
Nothing changes like Change!
The Monster who lurks under the skin
Is still the Master of my whims!

Come! Quick! Quick!
	Cover up the ….

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013