New Power Flower
ONE: Book of Kings /What kind of man can laugh in prison? / the kings answered " a man who is free"/ just then , a trumpet sounded/ a throne and a crown / were passed throughout/ the alleys and the main streets/ where it's shine brightened and glistened throughout / it's journeyed path, never dull never dulled,again/ 40 gold alters, 40 cubits by 40 cubits gold/ were built from this wisdom/ a man who is free/ democracies/ do not fight /each other/only kings who are not kings/ blame others for their failures. TWO: waste lands / the herds of cattle are perplexed/ because they have no pasture/ clouds but no rain/purple bottomed bruised clouds of/ no rain/dark darker blue,than blue can ever be/ the wreckage of the heathen/ who appear as angels/ but are not!/ cannot see themselves/ when they look in the mirror/hold a mirror to their faces, and they will die!/ the civil war soldier says "the saddest part is that we are all Americans"/ and atlas just shrugged once again/ THREE: more kings, more lands/ Lucy in the sky with daffodils/ What happened to these generations?/ yellow and flowering, yellowing and flowering/ yellow, flowering ,suns/ purple bruised clouds/a dark darker blue, than blue can ever be/the last of the days' sun/disappearing, but for one/last sliver/ hanging/still/in the sky/not completely ,letting go/ atlas can/still/ rise/ but now ,not even rain/ not even clouds/ the civil war soldier says/" the quicker we hit bottom,/ the quicker we start turning around"/ Lucy in the sky with daffodils,geraniums,carnations/ what happened to these generations?/ the monks chanting" the quicker we hit bottom/ the quicker we turn around"/ Krishna , Krishna, Shanti, shanti/ watch as anglo eyes become more slant/ and asian eyes become more round/dark skin more golden/ white skin more bronzed/ Krishna, alleluia, amen./ as atlas prepared to step forward/ the streets and sidewalks , lightened with the sun.
Copyright © Gregg Banter | Year Posted 2011
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