Negotiating Water
once upon a time there was a handsome dude
made water into wine and then walked upon it
a sorcerer diviner hero and likeable companion
washed sore feet and sins in anterograde fashion
but just the same a clairvoyant and story teller
well now he never put pen to paper by himself
employed a ghost writer if you excuse the pun
of spiritual scripture folklore and page turning
tables as well for he was an angry young man
while temples trembled and the earth quaked
he exposed fault lines and kept undying resolve
a faithful escape artist too strong for the stone
of bigoted wisdom that could not keep him
in the post-mortal cave for he was undeterred
by the boulder and stepped out of the shadows
dusted off doubt incriminations and infusions
of hatred but he was rather delirious in his quest
thus shrugged at dehydration blood loss and pain
which in itself was a psychedelic accomplishment
so hallucinogenic that God surely spiked his drink
post-traumatically depressed but decreed not manic
by a panel of rebellious psychologists he was abused
for all kinds of madness dogma and malevolent causes
disabled by ungrateful inhumanity and its purveyors
but wheels refused to come of his mental wheelchair
mankind fell off the wagon so hard that it lost out
drunk on power uncivilised battle collateral damage
so that abomination and ill will became the new norm
they called his getaway from the cavern balderdash
advised taking his pills and get on with reality and demise
later witches and wizards claimed pagan origins
felled spruce trees but society used them for stakes
stacked the odds against them drowned their voices
until someone had the idea of Santa and reindeers
to satisfy greedy expectations of gifts down the stack
fire places all over the globe mocked the great tale
gathered ashes through history arson and weapons
and they conferred at the mantel piece to gather peace
we need water they shouted to extinguish false flames
but the smoke jumpers were too busy directing traffic
how we wish that not all water had been fermented
by grapes of fomenting wrath that surfing or tsunami
created paradise on the planet instead of drought but
the heated exchange about provenance and solutions
has brought no peace and not just the turkey tastes dry
25th December 2020
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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