Best Armouries Poems
How then upon the wings of life interpreted
we should come to witness a fall so very far
and only be written in suffering
That such a tale should be told of us all
be in the ink of tears inescapable
humanities final tryst leaves the tongue
and to life entrusted but never to be heard
In the rankled questions find their armouries of frustration
in acrimony torn the accusation
with such nonchalant transgression
while walk away from Eden
So have we now risen upon the fluttering annals of our hope
to triumph so cold in delusion
a martyrs struggle who’s face we’ve never known
Such a sweet is the ambrosia of success
so savored is the taste of someone else’s bread
the pleading trivia as it is solemnly plucked
from every single atom of who we are
How then can such a formulation be so misguided
so abused and so disrespected
how upon the wings of love
was such a wretched tale told of us
blotted with the ink of tears
and to ourselves owe no allegiance
no scribe of elegance for humanities final word
to depart the tongue of life
never to be heard
A blindfold of choice
to circumnavigate the truth
a pestilence of history
to be spewed into their time
the fixations of deceit
and into slavery brought
their meditation upon the divine
And so by hunger relinquish their lives
Such a covetous will
and in the black ink of blood
lays its bitter hate
upon the seed of love
for authority
for monarchy
for the guttural monsters
to chew all their beauty into dust
Let heaven be bought by trinket and bauble
let gold be fashioned into godlike idol
and let fear be engraved into their tongue
and speak not, evermore of angels
To the light
bring this shadow
and with it to stand on hatred pedestal
set each and everyone
against themselves
Then leave them to suck on the marrow of tears
and bring them with obedience
dragging at their knees
these paupers, these consumers of holy books
these gadgets shall fulfill our lives
be we the bandits
the very thieves of destiny
the common culture of political crooks
And so by illusion
to use them
and in our pestilence
relish
and in all the armouries of wealth
be separate from them
the scurrying insect
called humanity
will exist by the corrosive means of their survival
and their deaths
shall fill our bellies