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Reptiles & Dust - Part Three (Forty-three through Sixty-three) (Free verse) by Wulf
Forty-three Manifest destiny so obviously hidden 'neath the folds society's apron religion and government abiding ready as a sleepy cat to pounce and devour whom might take a bit of cheese Forty-four Candles die a guttering death is dawn a death of night cycles specific to rebirth the riddle of space and time black hole and the nether ridge name them days and watch them disappear Forty-five We must learn to laugh at ourselves or no one will recognize our baser selves or everyone will the less we are and more as well embody every truth and equal lie what is one dissolve the other Forty-six Marriage is no convenience or taming of tides these must have gone before convenience and tides do not abide hopeful our passions give birth a bounty of virtue Children death and peace Forty-seven In gangs of boys i see myself murderers and lovers warriors and slaves beggars and thieves these all have i been in a sitting in gangs of girls i see myself and more of the same Forty-eight Don't be too proud Jew Jesus is your doorstep who suffered more these millions and few Christian by name and Jew by defeat who will not be conquered is slain just the same Forty-nine You American woman only in shooting you down to size do they realize their goal of proselytizing you these pimps and whore mongers hungry dogs at your door begging for your feast Fifty Embracing outside the bail bondsman's office waiting for your prisoner who arrives peacefully enough squinting his eyes shuffling in his chains innocent until proven Fifty-one i am almost Africa rife with insidious disease colonized and raped of century set upon by lions and my lions are all died carried away on stiff trunk ivory torn from the jaws of my giants Fifty-two Robbed by millionaires these poor continue to invest unaffected by example damned and damned to remain set upon by jackals architects of anarchy the American way Fifty-three All great civilizations have rendered themselves useless upon the face of eternity sacrificed their principles to corrupt genius a false sense of superiority insatiable desire to conquer Fifty-four Children play with matches assault rifles and pipe bombs use each other for targets mimic the society fathers what happened nobody knows the giant rots from the inside stone of youth Goliath Fifty-five The lady waiting next is preoccupied and sullen jabbers into her cellular phone stamps a foot bites a nail finally at the head of the queue this herd animal loses her pen and slaughters my patience Fifty-six We were once stupid having tied our cerebral hands with gadgets depleted our emotional worth traded windows for television sets satellite links and voyeuristic war games we are thrice stupid Fifty-seven In the dim light of our caves we scrabble against the walls eat spiders make a wad of web to press into the wound whose eggs hatch and release tiny beggars into our blood a feast of innocents Fifty-eight Guilt and blame are endemic nation dependent upon willing prisoners churches full of eager sinners fearful of retribution Children wearing crosses as if they were aware the standard of crucifix Fifty-nine Asked if drugged or drunk when he penned this or that piece soaring heights and bleeding low the word man shakes his weary head what then insists his inquisitor were you angry and in love no he sighs i was attempting to sleep Sixty You citizen committee entangled in the business of assigning office posing possibilities i would gladly set forth and extinguish those flames consuming you it is no disgrace to the bucket to put out the fire Sixty-one When we miss the dawn through busyness we feel cheated as if some thing has been denied truly it has by priority we may choose to sleep in or simply ignore such things are they any less real Sixty-two Some choose to lay with the maiden in soft luxuriant folds others the warrior princess her bloodied sword aside these and all between there are yet tender wicked Moons i would sleep with the priestess Sixty-three This beast is breathing the insignificance of mere flesh an armor plate dissolve it speaks in lower scales a coil voice of chain tears me down in layers spits blood between my teeth

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