2017 03 30
Taking the mask of the king off his face
the blind man with a heart chiseled from stone
measures a new road for the money race
while moon girl plays a flute carved from bird bone.
I will not play false prophet of your play
so you can crucify me without pay.
He shouts at crowds who cannot hear his words,
"I think my brain is malfunctioning now,
so when you hear the poetry of birds
listen for formulas that explain how."
I will not play false prophet of your game
so you can steal my secret star-light name.
Moon girl opens up the top of his skull
and reweaves tangle of galactic wires
then leads him in stadium with the sun bull
where they dance around bright shamanic fires.
I will not play false prophet of your court
while you force slaves to build your hilltop fort.
While eating apples from the Tree of Life,
moon girl molds angel from his heart of mud
then crowns herself the first pyramid wife
who restores life to our land with her blood.
I will not play false prophet of your globe
while singing satires in my tattered robe.