No Other Way But In Fantasy

 

     My eyes sting as if

Pepper had been sprayed,

The tears warm upon

Cheeks so cold they could almost

Sit comfortably in the cavern

Of Man-kinds world,

     No deed had been done –

No spat with an authority that

Lacks a heart to confess –

But then; we’re all busy

Remembering the lies we have told,

     We’re all keeping

Honesty at bay with

Elaborations we think

Justify ‘our’ crown.

 

     Not a thorn in sight!

Everything abrasive has

Been declared illegal,

No prickly characters

To place under duress

To see if they can be

Compromised in their truth,

     And Christ has not risen,

No second coming,

Or third or fourth

And many, doubt

The very first!

 

     Winter now upon

This world, makes the

Thoughts of summer

Seem a rich fantasy that

Manifests the escape,

     But we’re all,

Every one of us here upon

A Western freeze,

Cold and huddled

Against the frame of Man,

     A man with heart made

Of empty space -

And our belief,

     Warrants not

Interrogation; for we’re

All asking the same -

     Our question

Degraded into

Category of bleeding heart

And sociopath so we dare

Not speak its quality

Or constant;

 

     Why are we here -

If only to kill ourselves

Trying to live?

 

     Such a tortuous

Place be Earth; where

The only thing bleeding

Be the eyes that tire of shedding

Tears,

     And the many babes cut

Upon umbilical cords -

Their design only;

For the purpose of imprisonment

To a world that teaches all,

     To kill.

 

Michael J Waite 14th January 2015.