My Leaders

Only the disturbing wings of the fly Hissing at the corners of the gravy room Who died still a puzzle Straight heads would pass for a lecture room Black robed in a modern market square High benched listen ready to give dictation Only the spirits could leak their minds Could imagine waterfalls in their tummies Shaking hands could pass close for defection Big shame to full bellies of the evil carrot Cruel a name added to the devil But few volunteers add it to their collar Rumour say banks been working overtime To quench the thirst of the evil bellies Well rehearsed would pass for a great poet Comas, fullstops, gestures perfectly blend To pin down another Jesus brother She sang same script different casts Pontius Pilates palace just an old reference Barnabas generation risky like waking on a swamp My humble innocent leaders headed for crucifixion Bury the truth book but not its truth Crush the nut but don’t waste the oil Their skeletons fetch revenue in the museums now Wisely they grayed, their words scribbled down Clearly taught what goes round comes round That every dark cloud has a silver lining The accusers dumb now, hear their kitchen been so noisy Snake gives birth to snake not a lizard neither a millipede Their kids well coached, heirs of their fathers’ degree Street preachers of wrath, roving sneaky eyes Ears competing with those of elephants For a noun to sneak wrongly off ma leaders’ speech Weary they don’t get, wonder what powers they worship Pure gold, innocent and brave, God chose my leaders