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How fervently the sworn collared man

sweating and shaking

and gripped with gilt

commits his sins with firm and well learned

flicks

of the wrist

As a flock they beat their children

flocking find the empty building

and nothing else.

Will they never

never never

find the truth?

In these dilapidated leavings

of so many lost but hopeful men

flicking their wrists

and flinging their ink

and without thinking, meaning, caring,

leaving

answering all the questions still to come

for a harvest of the madmen
grown sharp with waiting knives



How little they seem to care

for frivolous factual things.

Only their own bastardized memorizings

thousand year excuses

redundant reasoning resonates, deafens and defeats.

How wonderful it must be to be so...so...

so selfish, and so free

To paint with all the colors of the wretchedness of man!

Malodorous Melodious

Cacophonous concertos

Soaring in innermost sanctums

so very sweet

I sometimes long to hear.

It nestles deep

and the wrinkled brain responds

making one less            and one more