The Monsters that Are Not Men - A Poem
Like a fish in the waters, preying on amoebas
Where the daughters of Demeter that we cast into the sea
If a criminal to slaughter, on a one way street
Sees a leader with his pangs in the television screens
Or a deep sleepwalker getting down on his knees
Having seizures in the sermons when they read of St. Peter
Throwing thirty silver pieces of a brave nude world
Saying "Hurry 'cause I'm winging on a bed of pearls..."
A sword in the sky, a saint in the shape
Of a humanoid face in a planet of apes
Says," When the plans of Men fail to counter the odds,
Ages of stone turn into ages of mud..."
And if the East is the Father and the West is the Dream
The Evolution ends in the Shaman's screaming
Maybe we together, we could make this thing
As it was to be, and not what we see...
"Because the Monsters are in the Mantra
Anoconda worshipping pieces of the altars
The Monsters are in the Mantra
Naked as a surrogate, he faces Mother Jah..."
No I won't falter - why would I bother?
2010 © Blake4d