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THE STONEWALKER: An End Time Elegy

The historical Stone Walker sings gravedigger, dearth songs. A warning: the End Times are approaching and almost upon us. In a land called the Monongahela across the river and down highway 10 west to the northern part of New Mexico, the Rocky Mountains end. There in that place where midgets ride frail Dalmatian dogs and horses bray at pastel colored ghosts conjured by the hunchback mind of the historical Stone Walker the circus died. The Walker laughs skipping from stone to stone never falling, he never falls. Cockfights flourish here in New Mexico and in this lethal game, as in life, the cocks slash each other over and over until one dies. Somewhere in the background John Lennon’s 'Imagine' reverberates in the halls of worship. Linda Rousey, the Champion, bloodied and battered, loses her first fight. Her soul died that night. Jews sing prayers in unison. In the synagogue where they pray, dancers dance the 'Horah' to a Jewish dance step beguiling frogs in heat, stimulating all beasts to copulate simultaneously. Phalluses of Cro-Magnon meat meander through hairless vulvas slithering from genital to genital enticing lesser minds into libidinous fervor. Metal drones, on a darkened landscape, obsessed with any target do not have the spiritual values of their makers who suspended them on the swastika of hope (their cross of nails). These flying mechanical robots kill faultless people that die screaming in pain; people's perpetual state of fear. It is said strange apparitions and false prophets will appear at the End Times; snow will fall in the desert; rains and oceans will reach far and wide to swallow many lands; deformed babies will be born. Evil's many faces dressed in white covered in fake gold will deceive with illogical, and a self-serving voice will distort people's dire distress. Promises of God's revenge will lead gullible followers to their destruction. Unseen microbes will infest the world. Many will die, others will play and wait for Gabriel’s silver trumpet to play the final note. The whole world will hear it and tremble, expecting the prophesied truth. Take heed, you who worship profits and the Golden Calf, do you think your wealth and comfort is assured forever? Are you sure there’s a tomorrow when today's tomorrow looks precarious? The Stone Walker flits from stone to stone inscribing the Maya warning, "Beware of Tomorrow!" The Apocalypse approaches quickly!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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