A Good natured Grumble
He sat alone
wondering if any one saw
that child there
looking or staring
'not another one' he moves off to another place
He sat on a park bench
a silver hair walking by
looking at him now with a wary eye
"Have I seen you somewhere before"
"I am sure it is possible I hvae one of those faces."
the man grunts and nods
'that must be it' the gray hair thinkes
the other man feeling a narrow escape
'no place is safe' he admits.
He didn't come to be noticed
having a job to do
it won't be so bad if he was of men who sang
he never had the voice to
nor played a harp
no fingers to strum
all he knew was the pointless sword
and scales now and then
balancing them all on the strength of his pen
A memory of horror and insanity
more then conscious of the strife
not shocked at all at the evil and din
not pleased with the nature of men
what do they want him to say when they see
when he cant help how he glows
the face shows at times you see.
So he became mortal
so what, big deal
it didn't change who he was
it didn't change the real
and yet others argue
thinking they have a beef
they set the law at naught
expecting no rebuff to stand.
but this man isn't given much to contend
he is right and it doesn't matter
if he is clear
their fate is sealed there
so whats the point in being right
before he has the other seal.
On he goes and trudges
a story too black to tell
not known by the masses
in his own private hell
to think that and heaven
for him one and the same.
No they just couldn't understand
or believe it any more then his name
lets say farewell to our hero
unknown or understood even less
don't worry about the rest
just go on your way
its just as well you do
you didn't bow for his brother
the wise prophetic Jew.