Kneel

Like a grandmother

Kneeling by the altar

Wishing, praying, hoping

Someone is there

Legs crack and ache

Harden wood, harden stone

Never forgiving

For your hard worked knees

And your hard worked back

God has taken them all

And given nothing back

But with a tear in her eye

Still she prays

Her tears hit the cold lifeless floor

Stained glass illuminates

The pathways and doors

Where are you god? Where are you jesus?

No one is here today

And the grandmother feels alone

Children are in school

Parents are at work

The organ is being cleaned

Pipe by pipe

Slow by slow

But the notes come tomorrow

The immigrant cleaner sucks the dust

That came with the revellers

Disinfects the coffers and the hand rails

Fills the holy water

Spills it on the floor

Neglects to clean it up

The priest sleeps in today

Today is not a holy day

So he dreams of jesus lying in bed

His bed, with him

Cuddling and kissing

Spewing forth money

To buy new robes and loin cloths

Lustfully grabbing skin

And pinching with a twist

As the world revolves around

Outside the gothic arches

And limestone blocks

Behold the lonely grandmother!

“God is here on Sundays” she cries

Staring in awe at the walls

“And every other day in my heart.

Why not today?”

She cries for her love

She cries for her children

The upbeat reverie church provides

Goes amiss with the dusk

On Sunday night

The organ sounds

But no fortunate tune

Only a tuning of the notes

And a cackle of witches breath

Hits the ears

Disgusting discordance

You sounded so beautiful at

Christmas mass

Look behind the curtain

And you will find the wizard

Full of hubris and pompous

An atmosphere not bettered

By artists and moralists

Here and then

Sitting alone in the pews

Business begins at nine

The church bells still chime

And like a grandmother

Breaking calcified bones

With the pressure of death

Do you have a year

Or an hour left?

Tangible Choice

Who has a life that is worth more

Then a plant in the woods

Or plants tied to a rope in the sea?

Is your viscera waiting to escape

And claim its worth and right the throne?

Would your brain then complain and

Be represented by your heart

In an honourably fleshy

And human

Trial about humanity?

Choose your part

Your body part

Gazing then at oceans, forests and lands abroad

Cries the eyes

“without me you would want to die

or be killed by your manic depression”

Then the tongue lashes out and tries to kiss

The first face that it sees

Begging to lick and be licked

To provide the essential being for you belonging

Waiting for your three essentials, he supplies

Birth, marriage, aging

My tongue latched to a maidens

Is the best of all three

Welcome to the other side of the moon

All your flesh loses to me

I am the dirt

Who will present your flesh with maggots

Who will do you no honour

Who will die because your flesh is gone

And marrow empty

So they too shall return

But no filthy worms shall eat them

Welcome to the true essentials

Of life that is now

Time that is always

Death that is honest

No judge, trial and jury needed

For the beautiful innocent man

Where flesh cannot compete

And souls and character do not exist

Flowering in the winter the petals always grow

And fall every day

On the bed of the eternal serpent

Who makes his bed of your fear

Loss of the need of comparison and will

It is truly a time to lose and kill

Reveries of mantra, prayer and waste

Forgotten with warted tongues taste

The Venerated

Leaping over stones likes frogs
Crawling through bushes thick with thorns
Cutting the thick rope around your neck
Escaping on the clouds as I stay

Studying averagely to be mediocre
Raising to the summit never seen before
Looking down at the people
Flowing tears fill the dams

No one above but the sky
The rest a myth, a thought, a lie
Nowhere been but your snowy point
Arrived for the lecture with god too late

Looking down white beard flows
Ankles crack, back bent like a bow
Wasted matter to become a climber
Too late now to have a shave

And who is it you are going to save?
A few, a place, a time, a breed?
Watching as the bodies pile up
You lit a match in your beard to keep them warm

Still they climbed, salivating, gnashing
You were scared but helped them all the same
Shut your eyes, images left
No more tears as they left you to die

Why did you try to save them all?
Did they need it, were they socially small?
Beware reads the sign one rung up
Of thinking you think as others think

Before daring to dream of heroes and kings
Think of tyrants, plebs and holy rings
Salvation was abandoned by the gods
who left nothing but fluids to mix

old and decrepit, knees cracking now
eyes bereft of sight and mind of vision
all the souls you tried to help and save
piled right up and covered you in shame

saving a robot, saving a drone
not tuned in, no need to care
who is the beast that jumps
from cliff to cliff, height to height?

Two beasts, one for each eye
Never tiring, bounding high
Knocking and kicking the corporeal back down
Laughing and singing all awhile

No need to thank them or care
They leave you alone to wilt and despair
It is not your honour they take up
But the kingdom and power of Saturn’s cup

Equilibrium restored, people are few
Try to climb, complain it is too steep
Now here lies peace, not debated
It came from the mind of the venerated