I have seen the beast;
This beast is like none other,
It is not like the capitalist monstrosity;
With its 1200 dollar shirts,
its 500 dollar pomade, made
for you to be aerodynamic, to feel fast
fly higher, jump into
Stratospheres;
Grasp at the straws of divinity;
Only to crash down on the backs
Of one dollar a day third world children
Who dream to live this life,
Who are your tomorrow’s martyrs;
And this morning were clutching at their
Mothers sweet breast milk.
No!
This beast is not the witch of the west;
That ate my soul, ten lifetimes ago,
It marched my feet to buy a television,
It made me dream of Aztec gods, pale
Unfeeling, death bringers,
I danced for them,
I learnt their language for them,
I stole my nephews child’s soul
With a destiny he was to fulfill
To revel in their world,
Unforgiving,
Biting,
Cold white magnolias,
Beauteous,
Sensual,
Oppressingly bleak with no sun to greet
At dawn.
This beast is dark full of rancor,
This beast drove the muse to drink my blood,
Immortality was the deal exchanged,
I, it said was tapped into the strings of stardust,
I was the cybernetic, the spiritual, the universal,
I was the jester, his jokes, and the punch line,
A sojourn is for the mind, spirit, and soul,
Tantalize us mortal, on this our Knoll.
