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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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