when saints dance with devils …

the chamber’s littered
with charred bones and melted gold
wealth of the nation
abstracted from its people
solely for a few’s pleasure
but fools won’t complain
they believe their battles won
but the gold’s been cast
into their final death masks
poured over their moral souls
stealing their last breath
branding their souls with their greed
leaving sunken eyes
empty of tomorrow’s hope
like rats on a sinking ship

 

according to tradition…

another
holy day
the word
will be spoken
prayers
will be said
then
the killing
will
continue
the poor
will
still starve
the dishonest
will
be
deified
false prophets
will pursue
political 
power

 

like lambs to the slaughter…

gripping their bibles
such a faithful flock of sheep

smiling earth demons
used only biblical words
to herd them to their own deaths

 

your ticket’s been punched…

your-tickets-been-punched

we vainly
deal
with our fears
as if
they will respond
to
the words
of
others
if
expressed
in
an office
or
meditation center
delegating
our
decisions
to
robed
and
un-robed
messiahs
of
our own personal sorrows
messiahs
conveniently
found
on webpages
which
apparently
was
prophesied
by
liberals
and
conservatives
in
a national poll
thus
making the transition
to
a
dulcet
intellectual peasant
validated

to the self-righteous…

to the self-righteous

the tributes to you
have faded from your gravestones
your life’s just reward

your life’s just reward
for your sins of omission
to be forgotten

to be forgotten
for those you let die alone
for what you believed

the divine committee…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

after
the death
of the chosen one
the teacher’s
students began
to write down
the lessons
as best
as they
could recall
comparing notes
mimicking
the mentor’s
phrasing
tone of voice
for each student
longed to share
the message
but like
all committees
dissension
soon became
the watchword
as human politics
became
more important
than
the message
so
names
were changed
minor edits
soon
altered the intent
of the message
and
wars
began
as man
ascended
into
greed


 

pharisees of kansas…

holding high their golden calf
they stand outside death’s gates
as if wishing to enter hell today
instead of at their appointed time
these pharisees like maggots
invade the souls of the bereaving
mocking them like centurions of rome
casting lots for the garments of all true disciples
the chief priest and his elders
asked not for him to come down from the cross
but that others be crucified with him
wanting to nail every hand but theirs
on a cross for failing to join in
as they offer a sponge of vinegar
to the those left outside the sepulcher
they relish these moments
like a drunken whore at an orgy
yet like all false prophets
they dress in the royal robes of sanctity
these pharisees with their lawyers
going to every corner of the globe
offering false witness as was predicted
of these satanic soldiers of barabbas
stooping to remove the coins from the eyes of the dead
to fashion a new idol for the beast they worship
offering up prayers to the nine pilates
in the common hall for thirty pieces of silver
but when the veil of the temple
is rent for the final time
there will be
hell
to pay