Grievous

Grievous
I enter the conflict of all my fathers
There is no sanctum
Villages are signposts
Delineation
Confessions to the medicine man
Stricken from my body
The wanton
Communication is obsolete
With digits
And page breaks
Wave forms
And data packs

Maybe a call-in to a radio show
Another white wash
A lathering of ideas
A coaxing of principle
A massaging of toxins
Ego bubbling at the surface
A gifted mess

Apropos
Those decisions final
In one world
A broken cistern
In another
Cracks leading to more cracks
Fissures relieving the pressure
A pathway to drain
The spilling of beans
And stock
Lemon juice
And whatever else remains

The temple breaks down
Not with a stone from a slingshot
Not from a guiding hand
Or a pounding voice
But a combination thereof
It falls apart
And what stands next to it
Falls apart too
It's called a landslide

At an opportune moment
The hand of god
Makes it all seem prophetic
What we had said
What we had felt
Not all along
But in those moments in between
When no one was there to imbibe us
Pat us on the back
Drive us with compliments
And reassurance

Somewhere back in Romania
Or Russia
Palestine or Africa
Those toothless wrecks
Are laughing
They know these struggles
They fed from the same tit
Became bloated on the same stories
Because nothing changes that much
Not with such a virulent trend
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2.25.08